Sep 072012
Warm passions stirring to the surface
A childlike touch, tentative, searching, questioning
Charcoal black pupils searching through the window of gold flecked lenses
A quest, hunger and need brewing
A warm hug, perhaps the need assuaged
Perhaps not, ’tis a dance of souls required
She slightly turns her head, the first brush of lips
Trickles of sweat force their way out of unrelenting pores
Hands shaking, her face he delicately frames
Will she let him, a taste of paradise grasp
Her silent consent, her eyes easy to read
As with the birds and bees, the sweet nectar flows
One to the other, a tuneless music heard
The melding of lips, entwining of hearts
For two young lovers, a first kiss shared
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Lovely poem of passion. “Will she let him, a taste of paradise grasp”, Maybe it could have read, “Will she let him, a taste of paradisaical grasp”. Maybe?
LMAO
Kaycee? Y u dey laugh na? Is it the paradisaical grasp? smiles….
Ndaba, I think it is actually correct as it is.
Lovely piece.
Thank you Myne.
Nostalgic…
Nice.
Vividly painted…
A beautiful piece. Makes me almost touch a certain memory
Thank you dear. Memories it is…
Very very nice.