I feel the
ghost of a touch ~her touch~
A soft imperceptible
caress flowering across my soul,
Raising the
chill tingle of goose bumps upon my flesh…
It’s a primal
touch, savage and raw,
The gentle
stroke of her regard,
Intent; setting
every nerve within my body on fire,
A blazing torrent
of energy,
Yet, gossamer as
the strung tears of clouds…
~Her touch~ is
as a quiet whisper of reckoning,
The wind echoing
to the murmuring cadence of my name,
Words like a
noose to bind; bind one closely,
A silent song
of seduction sent on the breath of a kiss to snare the soul…
It’s a dance of
celestial beauty which takes the breath away,
Draining the
body of speech…
Strength…
Draining the
body of movement, of thought,
It’s a dance of
possibilities that pulses to the wild and soaring beat of the heart,
Rhythms twisted
by the patterns of desire laid like a sacrifice unto the fabric of the night,
The moon…
A wandering
light of passion trailing shadows in her wake,
Quiet stillness
stirring the silence of the heart,
Birthing an
exhalation of euphoria,
A rippling
dance of pleasure weaving its way through the molecules of the spirit,
Pheromones
lacing the air with the sweet allure of enchantment,
Scent heavy
enough to dew, like pearl droplets of moonlight upon the skin,
It glitters in
the depths of the night like a frozen breath hanging in the air,
Slowly dissipating
on the warm sultry sigh of the wind…
And as if this
is a sign… Intent becomes action
Memories like a
dark stain of light spreading through the mind,
An invocation
of the heart flowering at the…
…slightest of
movements shaping a surging pulse of expanding ripples…
Majestic
presence; poignant beauty smoothed into a beckoning smile,
A measured
beat,
Sinuous beat
braiding itself into the magic of the night,
Surrendering to
the rapture… to the sensuous heat of a touch ~her caress~
A gliding step,
soft as the touch of starlight upon the flesh,
Felt more than
seen…
a reverberation
of chorusing notes which lifts the arms in a sweeping gesture of grace,
The lingering
trace of perfume drifting like a spell upon the fraught air,
Like the wings
of a bird cupping the wind in flight,
A whirling
synergy of motion
-step, bow,
turn-
a rich flourish
of extravagance,
Eloquent as the
silent passage of the moon across the darkened vault of the night,
The luscious
smoulder of penetrating eyes,
Breathless
beauty picked out in the silvery light,
The exquisite
taste of full curved lips,
Enthralling…
A voice of
allure reaching forth to embrace the soul,
The smooth
caress of fingers massaging a heady touch of languid heat deep into the flesh,
While echoing
flames of argent fire immolate the heart in ecstatic beautitude ,
Tongue tracing
a song of seduction from lips swollen with the heat of arousal,
A cry of love…
affection… pulchritude,
Crystal notes
like belling chimes heralding the powerful efflorescence of the heart,
A rage of predilection…
of yearnings coursing through the veins,
Silken; each
uttered note, a fine-tuned serenade melting the heart with the vibrant song of
her soul,
The satiny
whisper of flesh -the spirit-
caught within
the throes -dance- of passion,
The cadent cry,
Mellifluous
voice crying out in saccharine pleasure,
A cry of
longing… of hope… of intent,
A dance of possibilities,
A storm of
shadows riding the brightening luminescence of the sultry night,
A flowering
rose opening petals -soft as a kiss-
of song to move
the body in an emotionally expressive dance of …
Love…
A gossamer bridge
of shadows and light…
A silken web of
tenderness, and care…
A dichotomy of
appetent craving, and divine passions…
Buttressed arches
as insubstantial as air,
Rising like a triumph
to the pierce the very essence of my heart…
Arrested by
visions which lay like a blessing upon the soul,
Haunted by eyes
which shines with glowing intent,
Piercing gaze tattooing
the heart with the intensity of her regard,
Haunted by the
dusky kiss of her beauty,
The velvet
stroke of her voice,
A deep kiss of
pleasure travelling up and down my spine,
An uttered
incantation that rise up,
Like a promise
held within the suspiration of a breath,
Singing a song
of need… A rich descant of harmonious notes,
The unearthly
grace of a tri-part beat,
Shivering the
air in a hauntingly beautiful medley of adulation…
Enchantment…
Joy…
This single
moment of clarity swelling with the breath of intent,
It sings to me,
A sweet melody
of wonder telling of the beauty of her heart,
Her voice
holding a richness of inflection,
A lilting half
whisper full of silken sensuality;
a delicious
caress of unbidden desire, as
Together we form
a duet,
Lifted up upon
the bright tones of exquisite harmony,
The rhythm of
our joining a dance of unsurpassed beauty,
Embracing with
the blossoming warmth of love,
Allowing each
note to live a life of its own,
Baptized within
the waters of her regards,
The full breast
of the gleaming moon;
The divine
manifestation of a voluptuous beauty,
Reflected in
the tranquil pool of darkness,
Which, plumbs the measure of my heart,
A sinuous play
of opulence,
A luscious
light animating the shadows of the spirit,
Scattered
sparks of the stars-light flitting like fireflies around my soul...
And there comes
a presence,
Invoked upon
the moonlight like the flowering caress of a wish,
a whispering
breath of silence,
Subtle as the
touch of the wind upon the sultry air of the night,
A presence
which fans the flames of my desire;
kisses with a
heated hunger the yearning lips of my soul,
It arouses the
spirit of my heart,
Filling its
echoing chambers of with the spirit of her soul,
The mingled
essence of love and desire,
The embrace of
a passion which transforms and uplifts the spirit,
Giving purpose
to a soul forever adrift,
Lost within the
dark,
Her presence is
a resounding boom of thunder belling through me;
mind and body…
heart and soul,
My body,
The solemn
vessel of the flesh upon which is cast the mantle of her aspiration,
A robe of soft
sensuousness clothing me in the silken caress of her eloquent grace,
I can feel the blessing of her touch working
its way through my soul,
Awakening me
from the shadows which ply my heart,
Into the anointing
presence; the radiance of her light,
It is a moment
that stands stark,
A rainbow of
luminescence bridging the yawning abyss of time,
The miracle of
her touch like the caressing wonder of an angel's embrace,
Stirring the
waters of my tranquility,
A duet of the
heart,
Blessing me
with the power of ~her touch~ her
love!!!
Richard ‘Poetikz’Burton
07/17/2012
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