She comes to me offering unconditional love,
With longing in her so palpable.
It stirs the passion in my soul,
And stirs to life the juices of my need.
Her touch so tender and electric,
Makes me shudder in tender agony.
I need to hold her and love her,
To see her loving face as we become one.
To hear her cries of ecstasy,
Over and over.
I need her to hold me as she comforts me with sweet arms,
As she tells me everything will be alright.
I miss my love and I want her to know,
I love her so very much tonight.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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Jane