In the soft light
He comes to me
His eyes are bright
With desire
It’s just the two of us
All else has flown
The air is full of lust
And thick desire
As I feel his tender touch
He speaks softly in my ear
Take off your clothes
You are my desire
But sometimes the dust
Of past pain and lies
Cannot be brushed aside
Sorry, mi deseo está muerto
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Many kinds of death. Beautifully written.
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😍 Thank you!
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Very nice, Nan!
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I really liked that poem. Good job!
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Long Live desire.
A beautiful poem Nan
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Wow… I didn’t know you are good at poetry. Alright, I’m interested to write my poetry too.
Happy and sad
Always there for me
Disturbing my desire
In my solitude
But life must go on
I bury the sad
Release my burden
So I can fly
There is light
At the edge of firmament
Decision is mine
Reach it or not
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I used to be much more creative, but have gotten away from it over the years. This particular creation was prompted/inspired by song titles (Easy Listening on Pandora).
I actually have an entire website devoted to creativity — although I haven’t added much to it for quite some time. Anyway, check out my blog menu ☝ if you’re interested.
And thanks for the compliment. 🙂
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Terrific!!!
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This is rather good …. sultry and hot ! 🙂
As I finished reading, my first thought was to ask you where you nabbed this from. And the next instant I realised the poet ‘t’was you!
I note that Prof T hasn’t visited yet!
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Yes, t’was me. Thanks for the compliment.
(I almost dread that visit … 😖!)
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(I almost dread that visit … 😖!
I can imagine!
And I’ll bet it never crossed you mind until I mentioned it.
😉
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