Beneath the white, clean and pure, tidy sheets,
the nakedness, uncovered truths and curves, tranquilly sit.
Inside, the desire unfulfilled
with the emptiness she reeled.
And there the wand of mine solely lays...
Its ends covered in violet red's embrace.
Stirred by every thought virtuous and licentious.
Innate instinct that seeks solace...
One tucks at hair, and the other
holds what I cannot bear.
Then the soul comforts with illusory tricks and remonstrous spells.
The whole of you with ease compels.
The spell tears asunder as you are fully immersed
in the fusion of thoughts and enchantment's converse.
Leave your screams be, and your skin
tingle and tremble
in this phantom world, where your desires all assemble.
If the magic cloth
now, you take off,
you will see what troth?
YOU ARE READING
My Flowers After Rain
Poetry"My Flowers After Rain" is an evocative collection of love poems. Let yourself get immersed in the tender words of love, where emotions bloom like delicate flowers. With each poem, the reader is transported to a different landscape where the tapestr...
