there is an air of mystery about her
I've a little intuition that she is hiding
saving something private all to herself
even though she offers me the beauty
and intimacy of her body in the night
I can sense all of her heart is not mine
sometimes when our eyes connect deeply
I can see a veil of secrecy fall over hers
I know I've lost her then for a moment
I hate lost moments, those locked doors
I wonder if she'll ever offer me the key
ah, Mystère, you torment and fascinate
when the night is long and passion hot
your sweet surrender transports me
to ancient times, exotic shores and
there are no untold mysteries between
two lovers entwined in the moonlight
yet, I know I hold back my own key too
We all hold something back unless the trust is absolute and honest between the two. Unfortunately few ever find such a blessed union. I enjoyed this poem and identified with it.
A healthy admission at the end. But men and women are not alike and women, regardless of how they treat us, retain a certain part of themselves that we cannot reach that is woman and not for men to know.
Don Juan
As always your words are liquid gold dripping right down to land in my heart such an amazing sensual poem. Makes me say Ahhhhh
Peace and love
Amber
Quite a situation you have so honestly given us, Don Juan Amante. Most of us harbor mysteries about us, not exactly coming forth honestly and forthrightly. And yes, I too have held back my key in fear of losing my identity..
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Hundreds of excerpts from the archives of the Narcissistic Abuse Study List regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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Deborah
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Ron
As always your words are liquid gold dripping right down to land in my heart such an amazing sensual poem. Makes me say Ahhhhh
Peace and love
Amber