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Deana Zafir Poem
Sun kissed sand,
Waves crashing,
Seagulls laughing
The Beach
Feel the heat dancing on your skin,
Filtering through you,
Penetrating your skin
The Beach
A contradiction between your senses
The cool, cold water lapping you
Surrounding you,
Taking you in with every crashing wave
The Beach
There is an island beyond the horizon
The clear, blue sea surrounding it
The grainy sand behind you
Clinging on to you
The Beach
Close your eyes
Let the heat penetrate you,
The water envelope you
Because slowly
Slowly,
It’s time to leave
Copyright © Deana Zafir | Year Posted 2012
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Deana Zafir Poem
They say no man had been on her lands,
Yet there she lies,
Lonely
And Untouched.
Her emerald dress glittered against the sunlight.
Wafting with every passing breeze,
Revealing her dark, creamy skin.
Tempting me with what laid underneath.
She sings with every passing breeze.
Her enchanting voice humming to the tune of the forest.
She was beautiful and enchanting.
Yet there she lies,
Lonely
And Untouched.
The smell of soil and dew hung onto her.
Perfuming her body.
And she heaved with every passing breeze.
Her body was positioned for discovery.
And she was filled with endless of mysteries.
Untouched.
Yet she did not resist my body.
She took me in,
Mesmerizing me with her every move.
Capturing me with every passing breeze.
And there I lay,
Brushed against her soft, virgin skin.
Feeling lucky,
To be where no man has been.
Copyright © Deana Zafir | Year Posted 2012
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