Just something thrown together on the spur of the moment, from a singularly powerful memory of the future...


The Dove and the Hurricane - a Rhyme Royale

Hovering over smoothest supple plains
Observing magic pool of his desire,
The dove descends 'neath warm and gentle rains
To land, and there to light a smoldering fire.
Distracted then, and drawn as on a wire
By sweetest scents of southern origins
'Tis then the hurricane of love begins.




Poetry by TonyD
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Written on 2009-01-11 at 23:59

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Steamy and gentle, romantic and sensuous at the same time. A lovely contribution!
2009-01-12