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In this private place
lanced through with the scent of lust
I devour your need
the softest lash
draws you further into my will
pleasure from repeated pain
night frames your face
lost inside my dark linen hair
your cries drape our room
Nadege
Pain and pleasure mixed together...lovely imagery with also the twinge of sadness in this piece.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is wonderful, sweet, beautiful, touching and very poetic. I love to write poetry, and the shortest are always the sweetest.
ReplyDeleteI just read your profile 'midnight butterfly' ooh I'm in love with your blog. I'm following you too.
ReplyDeletehey pretty girl, the mixture is often sublime
ReplyDelete& always a part of life. more melancholy
than sad {at least that is what I intended}.
hey ms. butterfly, TY. I agree sometimes the
ReplyDeleteshortest are the sweetest. we are both fans
of the fragile butterfly.
Sensual!!!! Loved it!
ReplyDeletewinnie, hey there, TY.
ReplyDeleteAh! Nicely put! To the point and sensual, as always! Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeletehey you! TY.
ReplyDelete"Lanced through with the scent of lust I devour your need" This line is so visual to me. I could actually see it and feel it...Amazing!
ReplyDeleteI want to also thank you for my award! I am smiling, very honored. I've always been impressed with your poetry. Always very short, sweet, holding so much emotion. So I'm honored that you liked "Can I", it was written from a place I didn't know was there.
Ps...Missed You!
hello, meagan- that is a very visual scene
ReplyDeletefor me - devouring need.
TY for the compliment.
"Can I" is AMAZING.
This is bittersweet
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