Silence of Sensuality
In serene silence of sensuality -
all innocence is lost to the rhythm of
sensitive, sweet sussurations.
Within realms of desire and delight,
in pursuit of lucid dreams.
My weary, heavy head, yearns,
to rest upon my beloved's bosoms.
To remain still - resting,
captivated by tranquil echoes of her heart,
pulsating through her satin smooth skin.
Each shiver, more seductive,
than an enchanting melody.
I am her poet,
she - my unwritten poem.
Thirsting for her to soothe,
like rain on a sizzling hot day.
For our lips to meet,
like a flutist and a flute.
To be caressed like an artist's finger tips,
brushing upon a naked canvas.
In the phenomenon of powerful passion -
within the beloved's personal paradise,
there are no principles, nor boundaries.
Silent One
Sensual simple musing
24 June 2020
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