The remnants of yesterday clung to her mind as a gentle summer breeze skimmed her scent of lilac laced skin, the sensation shivered down her spine, inhaling deeply she sighed watching
the purple haze sky. She wondered if he too thought about her and remembered the small details of their intimacy, the music that played in the background, a violin concerto that filtered the night’s air.
The harmony flowed, penetrating into the fibers of their entwined souls, captivated them to serenade to the rhythm, the intensity trembled to exuberant flames and burned imbedded scars of hunger.
Savagely lust dominated their feast and ploy them to drink from a cup of wine tinted with unknown flavors. Fortitude seared into their veins as reality invaded their minds, she, a servant, held by another’s binds.
Tracey,
I love your poem
"Savagely lust dominated their feast and ploy
them to drink from a cup of wine tinted
with unknown flavors. Fortitude seared
into their veins as reality invaded their minds,
she, a servant, held by another’s binds."
PJ
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I love your poem
"Savagely lust dominated their feast and ploy
them to drink from a cup of wine tinted
with unknown flavors. Fortitude seared
into their veins as reality invaded their minds,
she, a servant, held by another’s binds."
PJ
Excellent!!
TRASK