This was my entry for an erotica competition. - 06 July 2012.
With our touching hands turning fate,
Under silk duvet our promising lust,
A kiss begins of that which must.
The telling sounds of passion song,
For this night we are holding on.
The repeating chant, the scattered clothes,
Why this doesn't last god only knows.
For if memory shall serve me right,
This began on a starless night,
Intense spirit; romantically entwined,
There was a star, but I was blind.
Dancing smoke above our heads,
We partake with sighs sat up in bed.
A smile shared for beads dispersed,
Timeless desire is never cursed.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-07-06 at 13:27
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Diamond beads.
Those diamond beads of lovers wait,With our touching hands turning fate,
Under silk duvet our promising lust,
A kiss begins of that which must.
The telling sounds of passion song,
For this night we are holding on.
The repeating chant, the scattered clothes,
Why this doesn't last god only knows.
For if memory shall serve me right,
This began on a starless night,
Intense spirit; romantically entwined,
There was a star, but I was blind.
Dancing smoke above our heads,
We partake with sighs sat up in bed.
A smile shared for beads dispersed,
Timeless desire is never cursed.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 768 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2012-07-06 at 13:27
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