Silken Chill

And there we were in the tawny glow of an autumn afternoon
looking at the world as if through amber-colored lens'
walking through the woods hearing nothing but the crunch
of leaves beneath our feet
Then
nothing...
my hair was the silken chill against your cheek
your lips sparked a trail of yearning
that crept over me
s p r e a d i ng
like molten honey
as I clung to you, held in your arms
breathing in the the scent of you ~
sunshine
heather
the warmth of cinnamon
and your words burned into my soul.



Poetry by CelticWish
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Written on 2007-04-21 at 13:34

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Zoya Zaidi
Wooooooh!
Passionate!!!!!!
Full of sensuous feelings...
Another pearl on the sands of the bay, from the deep sea of poesy!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-04-21