alive deep within the sensate memoirs
of my pensive anticipatory finger tips
arcs of her flowing feminine curves
captive within the pleasure of my nose
her womanly pheromones filtering in
rich with allure and promises of passion
living wine of my heart fermenting
lush and betrothed to love's must
shrug, toss my sentiments to the winds
I beseech the rights of recall to be kind
comprehensive yet minus details valueless
that might incite petty disgust or perhaps
openly challenge whimsical calls, juvenile
in scope, recall and flushing desires best
not tampered with by reasoning or logic
let chance and alchemy tell the tale
as their whimsy finds the way and will
Sheila
love and peace dear friend, Carole~
I like the paradox of what could or if. Then, what the heck. Just let things take their course.
Rn
Love this! Happy Easter, eileen
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
Blessings,
Christine
thanks a lot for the right title.......
much thanks....
best wishes...neerja
let chance and alchemy tell the tale
as their whimsy finds the way and will"
passions seeking of the heart embracing
always find their way...beautiful & tender Jon
Love & Blessings
Vickie
fee
as their whimsy finds the way and will
Indeed friend, I can relate to what you've shared within your verses here. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
John
George