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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "You're here," he whispered from shadows My fragrance consorted before me Heady scent of musk-infused blooms Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure On the bed was an opened poetry book, across it pages, a perfect red rose Dark crimson, like the blood within me flows heated by need and the greed in his eyes There burned the wildfires of desire flames fanned as I moved nearer They reflected soft glimmers of the pearlized moon She, a naughty voyeur, peering in the night Through an open window she watched the rhythm of swaying shadows at play Seductive smile on my vermilion lips in a chamber painted amber by candlelight No need of their scintillation to see His touch was all I needed to guide me in flights of ecstacy as hands pleaded in sensual strokes Diamonds danced across a sapphire sky He breathed erotic sensations on my nape and slid a strap of the gown down my shoulder The pulse of his heart beat against my hand my other caressed the ruff at his temple Fuchsia fluttered on the trellised window Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm We tasted love and savored passion Now sated and replete in a moment of calm Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets My hand trembled as I reached for him Wildfires reignited in his emerald eyes "The night is still young and the moon is asleep," I whispered. My intent was not disguised ~ 9/22/17 ~ The Poet's Fire Hosted by: Greg Barden
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