Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

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Out of the Wilderness

In the wasteland wilderness of disappointed love
I find you
Haggard and famished
Ravaged by the blazing sun
I find you
Spent and on the verge of death
I find you

I kneel beside your still form
I wet your parched lips with my tongue of truth
Your eyes flicker open
And I see the fight for life dawn 
With my hand behind your neck
I gently lift your face to my breasts of nourishment
Weakly, you start to feed on my love’s sustenance
I speak softly to you, words of hope and courage
Slowly, some strength returns to your frame

Knowing the need for solid food to survive
I lay open to you the scrumptious feast of my body
A rich faire of succulent meat in abundance
More than enough to bring life back to your wasting limbs
I call you to eat...

In a frenzied need for survival you devour
Tearing into flesh, you satiate your starved body
You feed, you feed, you feed
Engorging yourself on my love
Insatiable, unstoppable, indefatigable
You feed the demon of your hunger
The memory of your near death fuels the frenzy
There is no pause in your love feast
I give, I give, I give
Still in the onslaught of your primal savagery
Knowing this ravaging repast
Will bring life to your bones
I give
Until you finally lick your fingers and lips
Satisfied

The cool of the night approaches
I languidly make you drink from my fountain
the frenzy replaced by fantasy
the fervor for survival by dessert of desire
Refreshment for the journey head
I let you regain your strength
As you then slumber on my pillowed breast
Your last night in the wilderness of disappointed love
Reaches an end with the dawn of a new day
As I hold your hand and lead you away
Out of the wilderness
and into verdant oasis
Of my love

Eileen Manassian

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Richard Lamoureux February 9, 2015 at 10:36 AM I am you 100th Guest for this poem. Definately worth revisiting! Eileen Manassian February 9, 2015 at 1:01 PM My lucky charm! ;)

Poesy Relish February 9, 2015 at 7:11 AM sizzling desire... awesome pen Eileen... your vocabulary is amazing... hugs, nad! Eileen Manassian February 9, 2015 at 1:03 PM Thanks, sweet Nadiya. I love learning new words. I love enhancing my vocabulary...I am in love with words. Hugs to you, my sweet.

Charmaine Chircop February 8, 2015 at 11:42 AM This is passion at its best dear Eileen.Sensual,giving and fulfilling all the men's senses.WoWzer !

Richard Lamoureux February 8, 2015 at 9:27 AM I think I clicked 7 but I want to be sure. Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 9:31 AM Aren't you sweet! :) Hugs

Richard Lamoureux February 8, 2015 at 9:26 AM This was a feast for the minds eye. You have such a way with words, you never cease to amaze me. 7 dear one! Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 9:30 AM Richard...so good to see you. I'm...down! :( Thanks for the post and the visit. It helps. How are you????

Demetrios Trifiatis February 8, 2015 at 7:49 AM What a feast of vocabulary! What a parade of proud expressions! My eyes devour your verses and still insatiable remain, dear Eileen! Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 7:51 AM My dear poet....You honor me. Out of the abundance of the heart...the mouth speaks. My heart is full of longing...it spills out in my writes. I'm glad this has been a feast for you. Kali Oreksi!!! Filakia...

James Marshall Goff February 8, 2015 at 7:39 AM Stunning power of love...alive with desire...nice work, Eileen! jimbo Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 7:55 AM Awwwww...Harry, such a lovely compliment. I've missed your visits. So good to have you here. :) Hugs Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 7:52 AM Desire is never too far away, Jimbo. It is my constant companion...and at times, overrides my rational thought. Thanks for the visit. I appreciate it.

Harry Horsman February 8, 2015 at 5:13 AM From the wilderness comes something extraordinary, yet from you the poet, this just a continuation of amazing poetry... Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 8:35 AM Awwwww...Harry, such a lovely compliment. I've missed your visits. So good to have you here. :) Hugs

Justin Bordner February 8, 2015 at 2:09 AM You are everything an exhausted and injured hero needs in this brutal world...his rescuer...his nourishment...his lover...and his teacher...the romantic, and ravaging process of resuscitation is so total, from the urgent lip lick to the gentle suckling...and then the sweet ravishing! "I wet your parched lips with my tongue of truth...Engorging yourself on my love..." Mmmm....you know how to lead a man to paradise Eileen...J.A.B. FAV! Eileen Manassian February 8, 2015 at 4:28 AM :) Hello, Eagle...Warriors get wounded....a hero needs a heaven...A man is only as strong as his woman makes him. It is a universal truth...Paradise is not a far off place...though there is a paradise to come......Paradise is the here and now. "Oh...heaven is a place on earth." Do you know that song? Thank you, Justin. This write forced itself on my consciousness...demanding expression. I'm glad you liked it. I value your judgment.