I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
I wound my heart around your love
in threaded silhouettes of wonder
where your beauty offers a glimpse of enticement
from your smile
that bewitches and beguiles my soul
to burn in love's flame of intoxicated simmering passion
Where the fate of love is known
to the garden's heart of blooming seduction
and allurement
with its breathless beauty of bountiful splendor
Where each sigh shapes our tomorrows
into the image of love, with its heartfelt melody
played on the unbridled strings of desire
and its enduring gift of tenderness
Binding us to our beating hearts
tethered to arms of our shared sanctuary
where we find peace and serenity
in love's abundance
Flowers beneath my feet ever perfumed
When love freely flows from beautiful eyes
So sensual surrendering and bloomed
Wondrous and tender, basking in our sighs
Magical timeless moments to sustain
From soft textured love of truth shared as one
Where bliss warmly glows in our heart's domain
And the morning light bathes our skin in the sun
When we hear love whisper with each embrace
As this journey of love is ours to know
We'll steal kisses remembered and retrace
And open moist eyes to an afterglow
In our garden's amorous allurement
That enticed our souls with love's enchantment
“Dream as if you will live forever; Live as if you will die today.”
James Dean
Found Love at First Sight
I was in a café shop, staring, wondering.
Then I saw her outside the display window.
She was extremely beautiful.
She was looking at me, not moving.
I smiled, light like a silver cloud.
For a moment, I was mesmerised.
She seemed in a hurry. I invited her in.
We sipped our drinks, which I ordered.
We spoke about ourselves and about love.
It seemed there was an allurement between us.
Indecision could not resolve our attractions.
There was a dangerous spell between us,
Something we could not easily resolve.
Was there chemistry between us?
Something lingered, I put my hand on hers.
Had we a promise neither of us dared to name?
Then, between stolen yet long glances,
A world waited vast enough to enthral us.
She showed me her train ticket for the next day.
That day, she was mine. I cared not for the next day.
Placed 1
cottage rose petals
glisten in the morning sun ~
diamond petals
winter's iced roses
preserve summer's wanderlust~
cottage garden dreams
snow melting petals
welcoming springs rose rebirth~
cottage allurement
perfumed scents welcomed
as the summer roses bloom~
cottage vacation
Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
I’m paper sack brown,
and I’m still put down.
The knowledge unexposed,
the faith in my soul.
The voice, strictly bold.
The vibes I send,
It’s all inside of the skin I’m in.
You look, you see-
But please believe,
there’s definitely, definitely more to me.
Reach in, visualize…
Even close your eyes.
Feel with the sound,
as you’re mesmerized.
Now you see me, now you don’t.
Open your other eyes,
or I’m sure you won’t.
Seek to inquire the belly of mind.
The allurement you seek,
so much more you’ll find.
The truth you see is deep within,
It’s all inside of the skin I’m in.
In the shadow of sunlight
We live our love story which we write
Where love's allurement overpowers quarrel's plight
As we sail into the sunset of our aging night
In the shadow of sunlight do we find our mutual affection
For there lies a fountain filled with both water and fire
Creating the equilibrium of our connection
Taking our faith to an altitude much higher
In the moon's light do we find our happily ever after
Our clock which tells a story of our laughter
In our heart's happiness lies the key
And together forever will our souls be
In the shadow of sunlight - You and Me
The writer said,
Never change that water
I want to keep it forever,
as if the pool changed its water's molecular strucure
to capture the essence of the movie star's
naked and glorious beauty,
as she swam like a mythical siren,
sending out notes of allurement.
A romantic story, if true,
but in the end the pool was drained
and the water was changed
after the death of the writer;
his heirs not sympathetic
to the whimseys
of a mercurial mind.
During languid summer days
I swim in the river and wonder
if its water's molecular structure is changed
to capture the essence of my presence,
and carry it lovingly
to the west
to its mouth
to the sea.
Does the sea rejoice,
gifting the essence to the clouds
until they are full to bursting,
then send it falling back to earth
as rain on the mountains and forests and fields;
to fall on the heart of the city where I live
in a house with a roof that shelters me
from the essence of the rain
from the sea
from the river
from me?
sweet innocent belle belies-
allurement in her eyes
bloodshot deriving out of wide eyes conformed to the ceiling
ruby red polish accompany the nail
spritz of fragrance leaving behind an illusion of professionalism
receiving roses to give glad hand towards beauty
why is my allurement the focal point of my pitiful existence?
the roses molded
the incense faded
the varnish chipped away
the lids have found one another once again
awaken once more only to find that expression
Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
Allurement of your charm and charisma
Neither to overlook nor to ignore.
Nearness of two wobbled hearts happened miraculous.
I honoured fervent fervid favour of fortune.
Vibrant Spring united us last year! Dear!
Emotive urge flooded my bubbling blood.
Rolled rippled pearly passion in romantic rapture.
Swam and sank in dulcet dream.
Ardent ardor whirled on pivot of non-verbal commitment.
Reappeared Spring in splendour after one year.
You are not back to celebrate Anniversary of our unison.
Deep into the forest I tread,
Nothing along but a sense of dread.
The gloomy canopy
Of the spectral gigantic trees
Block the clear sky,
Led solely by
The unblinking third eye.
Lost amidst bewilderment,
Blindfolded by the guileful semblence.
Darkness misleads the way,
Wolf hunts in a deer veil.
There is woven a web of lies,
But Allurement is yet to overwhelm
The unblinking third eye.
A path made of thorns,
There is blood trail all along.
The smell incites the beasts,
Lurking around to prey upon.
Every moment, a wrestle to live or die,
Yet accompanied by
The unblinking third eye.
Title Chosen - Unblinking Third Eye
Contest Name - Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Date - 18th July, 2022
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