Ivory flaxen hair swaying in the breeze
To run my fingers through those locks: my very desire.
Face that`s not fair but clear and bright as the moon
To caress that caramel visage: my very desire.
Eyes round and deep like a swirling abyss
To lock my gaze into those orbs: my very desire.
Lips of blooming crimson curve into a smile
To grace that pout with a kiss: my very desire.
Lady, you came up to me like a white wave,
rousing my heart and body, my very desire.
~Genevieve Farese
for nette onclaud`s SEXY! contest
Categories:
farese, adventure, fantasy, love, passion,
Form: Ghazal
Those dark furtive eyes,
into my own they secretly pry.
Orbs of obsidian deep,
my discipline I can barely keep.
Gaze further into my eyes,
bare me so I tell no lies.
Shred off every inch of my defense,
mesmerize me into submission like incense.
It`s driving me insane,
render me pleasure and pain.
Fill my heart with sin,
make me into someone I`ve never been.
[The Secondhand Emotion]
[Genevieve Farese]
Categories:
farese, angst, depression, devotion, love,
Form: Free verse