Part IV busy in the Secret Room. . .
any time the needs arise
for me to get away
from stark reality.
My raiment falls as fallen leaves
uplifted by Fall's zephyr's gentle breeze
and naked my reflection shows
what living beauty lies within
beyond the thunder thighs now thin
and sagging breasts once riding high
again are filled as firm with youth;
my eyes have twinkles lost in space
and wrinkles left my crinkled face.
My agéd limbs regained their strength,
shoulders, wrists and bony hands
now smooth and rich with iv'ry skin
pulled tight again, unmarred, renewed
as if reborn, a child again.
The mirrors all around
on every wall,
reflections reminiscing days of old,
don't lie but let me see my Id,
the self beyond what Ego shows,
not who I am but what I did.
With joyful leap upon the bed
I lie upon once aching back
no covers clothing o'er the flesh
that supple, taut, stretched to its length
I tremble with erotic thoughts
that free to play with untold joy
I am again that virgin queen
or, I can play a princess, coy,
in this my magic room unseen.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 16:47
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The Secret Room Part III
My room is open wideany time the needs arise
for me to get away
from stark reality.
My raiment falls as fallen leaves
uplifted by Fall's zephyr's gentle breeze
and naked my reflection shows
what living beauty lies within
beyond the thunder thighs now thin
and sagging breasts once riding high
again are filled as firm with youth;
my eyes have twinkles lost in space
and wrinkles left my crinkled face.
My agéd limbs regained their strength,
shoulders, wrists and bony hands
now smooth and rich with iv'ry skin
pulled tight again, unmarred, renewed
as if reborn, a child again.
The mirrors all around
on every wall,
reflections reminiscing days of old,
don't lie but let me see my Id,
the self beyond what Ego shows,
not who I am but what I did.
With joyful leap upon the bed
I lie upon once aching back
no covers clothing o'er the flesh
that supple, taut, stretched to its length
I tremble with erotic thoughts
that free to play with untold joy
I am again that virgin queen
or, I can play a princess, coy,
in this my magic room unseen.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 488 times
Written on 2007-02-26 at 16:47
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