My heart is the exotic setting for this tale, a tale of delight and of solace found in the arms of a love which holds, a love which embraces with a passion that leaves one breathless...
It is a song of grace; a dance of light, movements an exquisite torture of wonder, vibrant with a virile sparkle of saccharine elegance…
It is the lure of beauty sweet; a mellifluous taste of silken opulence caressing with an implacable heat, felt deep within the very marrow of the soul…
It is the rampant bones of the spirit stroked by the smooth touch of a velvet hand...
It is a touch that heals all, a lustrous river of aroused solicitude sinuously twisting through a verdant valley of radiant adulation, shimmering in the alluring light of the full moon like a stream of stars flowing from the wellspring of the heart, clean and fresh as a mountain spring, running with the revitalizing taste of fragrant rose hips; fat and thick, sweet as amber honey, imbued with an epicurean vitality, lemony scent -pink blossoms- flowering rose, the whisper of a breath riding a midnight summer breeze, fragrant with the clean taste of the moonlight...
Specious the unfolding story of a love which glows argent under an enchanting circle of stars, like a blossoming reflection of opulent grandeur flowering from the depths of the soul to birth golden fruits of rapture, swollen with the sweet juice of ambrosia, a beguiling kiss of joy upon the sybaritic lips of the heart...
No taint found here upon the soft swells of this formless sea of desire, no aphotic web of darkness to blanket my sight, leaving me blind to the yawning chasm of time; of endless possibilities stretched before me, caressing my soul with a silken hand of grace...
For how can one hide from ones deepest feelings, from the evocative emotions of the heart...?
How does one escape from this grandiloquent river of ecstasy which flows like an irresistible tribulation of blood; sweet with the delectable taste of appetency pooling upon the tongue of my hunger, slippery with the oiled musk of sensuous arousal carrying the honeyed aroma of spring blossoms fragrant upon the spirit of my soul...?
How can one flee from the rampant bones of a consuming passion, which smothers the breast with a touch soft as velvet lace; lustrous brocaded pattern of love's sweet breath embracing with a libertine kiss of devotion the heart of my very soul...?
How does one escape from, elude the shadows of florid dreams which rises to life from the licentious river of one’s rapturous affections, the swollen tumescence of a desire which leaves the mouth desert dry, leaves the soul tumid in desiderate longing, with the feral taste of wanton adulation calving an agony of sultry yearnings which trickles like hot oil into my soul, burning an implacable path of tenderness to consume my heart in this raging storm of lustful drama we call love...
A harmony of sublime bliss playing unceasingly upon the conviction of one’s heart… A kiss of voluptuous eloquence upon the beauty of the soul...
(L)ight
(O)f
(V) irtuous
(E)nchantment; manifest desire of halcyon radiance evoked within the heart...
For soothe, the seed of my desire washing forth to engulf you in a rising tide of bliss, a passionate wave of scintillence, bright against the velvet breast of the heavens, the luminescent sparkle of a thousand shooting stars trailing fiery tails of provocative grace upon the raven wings of the night…
The sensual allure of the moonlight, a hedonistic touch of decadence; the silken caress of my tongue tracing the voluptuous curves of your lips, the rendered evocativeness of that touch teasing forth a river of pleasure to flush your body with the heated flow of my regard…
Enchanting the élan of, the sultry note of harmony shaping the desires of the heart, shaping the passions of the soul, shaping the hungers of the flesh, tasting the sweet and luscious flavour of your beauty, inhaling the stimulating aroma of your essence on the breath of a voiceless sigh, a pregnant moment in time birthing a whispered song of longing as we indulge in the brio of a sybaritic kiss, as with eyes lost to the magic of your touch, lost within the captivating beat of your loveliness, I track the movement of your soul, a womb swollen with the sweet juice of your spirit, awaiting the release found in the tender embrace of my touch, the specious moment of climax, a crescendo of rapturous glory, inundating my heart with the honeyed flow of your love...
It is a fire that burns slow, enchanting with wonder as it overwhelms the minds, sparking a flame of desire within the quickened beat of my heart...
And so I burn…
A blazing torment which flays the skin, which heats the blood to a boil, driving daggers of longing into the heart as it sets fire to the soul...
I pass from nothing, passing through the crucible of desires velvet embrace...
From darkness, into the shadows of passions smouldering flame, shaped by the primal appetites of the body, annealed in the glowing heat of your fire, quenched and tempered by your sweet kisses, your caresses reverberating through my flesh, through my mind, through my soul, to stroke the center of my being, the feel of your body like a blanket of rapture, of glory spread over me...
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
02/06/2012
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