I finally feel my pulse of imagination
frozen,
within shocks of newly erupting
tantric dance born from sexual magic........
I feel as if
I am too innocent and too vulgar,
to be a parasite feeding on love at first sight........
He is real...... I know.......
I have kissed his sensuous lips
when he lovingly caressed my my inner demon.......
calling my wild erratic spirit onto the dance floor.......
for a duet of mysterious winter romance........
Then, with the next seducing wind......
He disappeared.........so far away unto the distant teasing
of the naked horizon........
The madness in me keeps the virgin twilight warm........ and cozy.....
and ready for the sensations of an unabashed night........
with my Prince.....
Under the towering curtains of cupid's
silver wings.......
and scarlet spells.........
His arrows wound our hearts......
with the sacred venom of love.........
We gently touch as if asking sweet permission.....
to enter our forbidden souls......
locked firmly to our heavily breathing bodies.......
The winter is warm.....
when his crimson smiles fill my heart........
I feel a wave of electrifying shyness violently dislocate my thoughts
of fear and reality........
I am lost in a pure fantasy of unearthly dimensions......
When his fiery fragrance whispers.....
delicate secrets to my thirsty heartbeat....
all my defenses are melted into one saffron kiss.....
like the setting sun's gift.....
and I am reborn for the last hour of life.........
like a phoenix mated to Heaven and Man........ !!!
YOU ARE READING
An Ode To My Unfound Winter Romance...
PoetryJust a lonely girl wondering about her inner emotions that seldom bloom to the sunshine of reality........She has a melody to share........may be you could lend her a piece of your patience and .....a broken chord of your heartbeat........if ever in...
