Emotion
Emotion is the tongue for the truth,
speaking in vows to the senses 100 proof.
Its
the bride
beneath perceptions veil.
The scent of view,
that never fails,
at it's inception,
ever reappears,
a gift at the reception
given especially for two to bare,
who contribute in it's conception.
Reading to you in magical Braille.
It's instruction.
Your thoughts caroming back to you.
The full spectrum. Poem and hue.
Atmosphere and the controller of.
That too.
Tasting all that it can do.
Emotion is the driver, the vehicle and the
Journey.
Emotion is the taste buds of the soul. Learning.
The kiss of consciousness, burning. The Groom and the Wife, counterpart of life
speaking I do and the eyes of infatuation -glued. Open like floodgates consumating wide gushing through.
Cornsilk hair, streaked with earthen brown
brushing, lank and cool against my skin
in the way of loving.
Black pool eyes, deep and still.
Energy's body, energy's will.
Predestined to be, before all.
Finger touch, electric fire
Consumating all desire into a world
far beyond imagination.
Dream made real making reality a dream.
Or, so it seems, when I'm with you.
Although she wants to be set free,
There's part of her that doesn't,
Knowing that each link to me,
Can bring to life what wasn't...
The sound of steel chains rake the floor,
Seducing her composure,
Begging to attach one more,
The second we get closer...
Such willingness to bare the weight,
And pain upon her shoulders,
Fuses every link it mates,
So they don't become colder...
Like iron circles intertwined,
That joins our souls together,
Consumating us in bind,
With passion in a tether...
Though the chain between us,
Become links between our hearts,
It may strain to free us,
But will never break apart
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
She will call me by so many names,
As I watch her set the fire,
Though her eyes are hidden in the flames,
They reflect what she desire's...
As her satin cloak hid by the smoke,
Slowly seems to disappear,
The impression of her there uncloaked,
Turns my sweat into her tears...
While every kindle seems to finally burn,
So much brighter as we kiss,
It keeps coaxing us to twist and turn,
So our tongues can lock & twist ...
In the most seductive lustful dance,
As it takes us both away ,
Until we finally get the second chance,
To catch a moments breath and say..
Every word that seems to feels so good,
Consumating our embrace,
Penetrating everything it should,
Until it find's that special place...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
surrounding objects each with distinct names
dizzy and blurred.
consumating witnesses in a pair of
windshield wipers washing away the rain.
your head turned to the right slightly
looking away.
the rocks and trees lower and
draw so very close.
but you are somwhere else.
your belt buckeled form fastened
to the seat wanders down the
interstate corridor.
how you drift through the lanes
so quick and so quiet.
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