Topic: Self-Motivating Muse | |
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Images dancing across the canvas of the mind
Memories embellished into intoxicating daydreams That envelop the imagination And force its aperture to widen A picture show of flooding flashes: Fingertips gliding on his skin Lips lightly moisten the neck Thighs brush against each other flirtatiously The eyes are blinded from the true And drown in the inviting creation The body is persuaded to follow the vision And adds to the spectacle as the whole is submerged A shiver of tiny bumps become visible on the skin A dampness between the legs radiates warmth Breaths and beats become erratic and robust A rush of elation complementing body to brain There is no desire for egress Drowning never seemed so irresistible. A sound or similar distraction shatters the illusion Reality rapes the mind The eyelids open; the curtains close. --------------------------------- Dedicated to my muse, Lex |
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Wow, I'm speechless....
Absolutely beautiful.... Thank you.... [I wish I could write poetry that well!] I love you, sweetie....!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Where do you think it came from... That was special...it said a lot...
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This is good, not too bam in your face and not too obscure for understanding...very nicely written.
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Gem --
They can tear down all the buildings They can take my new TV They can pull the Pepsi off the shelves Just as long as you're still here with me.... [Poetry has never really been my strong suit!] ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() I am so happy for you Lex and Gemini ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Awesome write wow.
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Lex, you are far too sweet (and biased!). Thank you, beautiful.
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Thank you guys so much for the positive response! I was a bit worried; writing is not my strong point!
Thank you again. ![]() ![]() |
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Lex, you are far too sweet (and biased!). Thank you, beautiful. Nah, I love you too much to be biased!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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To the
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