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Drenched In One Another

Yes I can still see her... through rose colored glasses, imagined! In fact, She is gorgeous. I remember saying... or at least thinking out loud ...You take my breath away, She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally fell like pins at the alley, as she entered a room ...and yet she was gentle, unaffected by her physical beauty, she had so much love in her heart. Naked our needs locked. I can't remember ever having felt anything or anyone so soft. Her skin against mine I was at the foot of the horizon. Her blue eyes true cleansed my sins. Her hair flowed like a sheet of fine black sand, like a tapestry made from a beach ebony in color. . Trapped in love I pulled her to me by her thick dark mane, blanketed her pear shaped breasts. Her lips seared mine as we shared a small Scape of air. She punished me over and over again with her lingering touch. Does ecstasy ever end if you play it over and over in the annals of your memories like a looped tape. Her lips were my lips my tongue was her tongue, no space separated us. I have touched the first day of spring, tasted the first snowflake of winter. heard the leaves change color on an autumn day, I have even witnessed summer remove her golden robe, watched it fall to her feet and stared as she stood in all her glory. I have done all of that but when she spread her wings this goddess when she held me, my life stopped beating, and for just an infinitesimal moment of time I knew what my heaven would be. I was free. Free in the rapture of the moment. We sunk into one another and danced a tango of infinite sex. Nothing mattered anymore, she had tore out my heart, fed it to me and it tasted like the ambrosia of kings. The gates had opened, the angels had fled, and I wandered through a mass of sexual satisfaction. My mind was in a tailspin of romantic imagery. Her voice swept me back to consciousness as a single tear rolled down her cheek and fell on to her smile. We were both silky wet and sported the scent of fresh dew in the morning. We whispered, as our words tip toed through the air like a majestic overture. We were drenched in one another, strangers, young and in lust. I have no memory of when she finally left. It must of been hours or was it days, the freedom of unconscious love knows no time. I had explored every crevice of her body, we had feasted on one another, no parts left untouched. I thought it would never end I'm not sure it ever did. She was an unframed masterpiece I do know I thanked the Angel of Fire out loud. I'm sure as I did, even though she was no longer there she answered. She had left, me unbound from the packaging that had enslaved me. It was her gift to me. A gift, I store safely ...in the deepest regions of my passion.
11~10~2014

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/15/2014 7:41:00 PM
WOW! This is very perfect. Excellent depiction of passion.
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Jessica VH
Date: 10/15/2014 8:09:00 PM
Ok! :) I will work on that
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:01:00 PM
Why don't you take what you like about it and write it the way only you can.
Date: 10/13/2014 8:34:00 AM
I am mesmorized Maurice. This is a magnificent piece of writing. There are so many great lines I would like to quote but not enough space here to write them down. Bravo my friend.
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:06:00 PM
thank you, Richard. You know I love your poetry.
Date: 10/12/2014 8:10:00 PM
another stunner from you, Maurice!! I think you have written similar material but this one I do not exactly recall. WAs it a rewrite of one already posted here? If so, what is its title? I'd love to see the original (maybe I already have?) The one I wrote about seduction. This could be the "he said" version of it!! You are making all the ladies swoon today! A fave!
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/12/2014 9:11:00 PM
This is a re-post from a previously posted one, before I was a member and could have longer poems. This is what I originally wrote and the first one was the rewrite. I will have to find it. All my stupid titles make it difficult to find anything.
Date: 10/12/2014 5:39:00 PM
sweet talking honey suckles excellent piece dear pal smiling
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:07:00 PM
Thank you my friend.
Date: 10/12/2014 7:55:00 AM
Maurice...I tried the tip you gave Jan...for adding a pic! It just doesn't work. Will you go through it again for me? I must be a dunce!
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:09:00 PM
I am going to do a blog on it. It will take some work to make it simple to understand.
Date: 10/12/2014 7:54:00 AM
Maurice...I always knew you were a sensual man...from the first poem I read. Something about you and her on the beach...Now THIS! Oh my! Such passion...such abandon....such pleasure...pleasure is sweet. I loved this...and all the fun comments! Hugs
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:10:00 PM
I bow to the queen of passion.
Date: 10/11/2014 11:06:00 PM
Awesome Maurice! Poetry that glides effortlessly of the page and pools in pure passion at everyone's feet that reads it!
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/15/2014 8:12:00 PM
Wow that is so kind of you to say Mark. I am very appreciative of your supportive comments. Thank You.
Date: 10/11/2014 10:38:00 AM
Incredible....the passion of the night(s) flowed right onto the page as an extension of your heart and feelings...I am so glad you shared this..Can I get her number? :)
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Tim Smith
Date: 10/11/2014 11:54:00 AM
Covering all your bases...hoping you'll hit a homerun...well played
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/11/2014 11:51:00 AM
Tim, I wrote it about that time we were together. When you were younger and before you were married.
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Tim Smith
Date: 10/11/2014 11:50:00 AM
So you must be 27 cause me and Jan are 21 :)
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/11/2014 11:47:00 AM
and I am a 1. So take the 8 add 1 carry the six...between us we're a 69. What does that mean?
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Tim Smith
Date: 10/11/2014 11:13:00 AM
Me either I'm a 6 :)
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JAN ALLISON
Date: 10/11/2014 11:09:00 AM
It isn't be about me I'm an 8:-0 hugs Jan xx
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Tim Smith
Date: 10/11/2014 10:50:00 AM
touché
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/11/2014 10:42:00 AM
Of course I can give you her number. She's a 10.
Date: 10/11/2014 10:03:00 AM
SIMPLY INCREDIBLE - am speechless and that takes a lot - into faves - WOW WOW WOW :-) Hugs Jan xx
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/11/2014 11:44:00 AM
Of course I meant your teens and it was only 11 years ago and you are a ten.
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JAN ALLISON
Date: 10/11/2014 11:18:00 AM
Not ready to draw my pension just yet - will send you a pic one day - it will be great for scaring the kids at Halloween lol Hugs jan xxx
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Tim Smith
Date: 10/11/2014 11:15:00 AM
I think she is young Maurice....
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JAN ALLISON
Date: 10/11/2014 11:06:00 AM
Shhhhhhh Maurice don't tell the world our secrets! Hugs jan xxx
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/11/2014 10:28:00 AM
I wrote it about that time we were together. When you were younger and before you were married.