Spilling Virginal Oils
those empty cocoons have
their own silent beauty
as the warm river rocks
bathe her secrets
she opens
her pearlescent charm
succulent and savory mysteries
that intoxicate innate senses
perfuming the sun kissed zephyrs
with her fragrant passion
she casts her intimate spell
on her dancing fingertips
caressing and tracing messages
within the privacy of our thoughts
writing love letters with desirous fires
she burns the edges of every seductive fantasy
lighting candles among sensual incense
and spilling virginal oils
she scoops up the pearls of the sea
spilling the nectars of her soul
as she shows me the wings of her heart
anointed by a soft spoken alluring whisper
I see the jewels of her ambiance shine
while the rainbows paint her charismatic smile…
Poetry Chronicles: Victoria L. McColley
The spell, the broken spell where illuminated souls whisper heart to heart bringing them in union. Bodies from prison released from the prison of words and speech.
a beat...thrills that coax delighted blushes
into his/her cheeks...induces...the smell of fragrant
passion...Have every fantasy.
Great poem, Victoria. Thank you for sharing.
With warm regards Isabella.
adding Much More than just
charismatic flavor with
magic of magnetism
Lady Vivian
Peace,
Dayvid
Love's Whisper & Sand Etchings
Yours xoxo
Sunrise? Jerry has much more insight than I do.
Ron
budd