You are sensual.
I taste the air before you bloom
Into a crowded room–
Silently–
My retina vibrate in your radiance.
Ecstasy sweats your perfume–
Hair stroked from the weaver's loom.
I stare–
My five senses sound your womb.
Our temples touch and thoughts give sway.
My sixth sense screams to stay away.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was reading a novel in which the author said, and I'll paraphrase, "men get goofy around that kind of beauty."
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great write
Thanks Tony.
Welcome
This is really good rhyming verse. I love the way you describe a womans beauty. Almost sensual. Awesome!
Thanks Chrissy. Hugs.
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