His Musk the Scent of Sea -Wind

We walked down the stairs away from the crowd Could still hear the mellow tones of the viola's resonant sound. We strolled along the shore, Hands touched for the first time His eyes locked within my own,sent tingles down my spine. Our rhythmic heart-beats raised, to the crashing wafts of waves. His nose slight-rubbed my own.I got lost in his embrace. His musk the scent of sea-wind,perfumed the midnight air Whispers played against my neck's nape,His hand tangled in my hair. In the shadows of Spring's moon He pulled me closer,tilted my head to the right Whispered softly in my ear,'neath the stars' flickering light. He ran his index finger across the rose-blush of my lips He leaned forward,as warmth lingered,and I tasted his first kiss. Our wants longer than forever,Sheer bliss fulfilled our dreams The sand is still and glistening,and breathless is the breeze.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Lamoureux Avatar
February 13, 2017 at 9:17 AM
Perfect piece for the season. I appreciate your passionate verses.
Hill Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 11:02 AM
I've enjoyed reading your new works this morning. Have a great Malta weekend..TAH
Green Avatar
February 9, 2017 at 5:38 AM
Oh my, this was beautiful like a dream you never want to wake from. "He ran his index finger across the rose-blush of my lips" That line alone is a poem in itself. This is a very soft and alluring poem that seems to have come from a deep place in your heart. This deserves a "sigh".
Sacks Avatar
February 9, 2017 at 4:19 AM
New love beautifully expressed! A truly lovely read Charmaine! I love it!
Smith Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 9:58 PM
So beautiful...romance is in the air Charmu
Vaso Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 6:52 PM
Now often you hear, oh this would be a nice song, hell no, this would be a lovely romantic movie!!! :)
Allison Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 6:29 PM
so beautifully romantic and sensua Charmal:-) hugs jan xx
Turner Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 6:25 PM
That is some fantasy, Charmaine. A very lucky gut:) This is one of those poems you can't stop reading. Very romantic!
Wanter Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 6:07 PM
I really enjoyed this. I pictured the man as rugged and weather beaten with loving eyes.
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