we were dizzy lust
and low smolder embers
uttering gooseflesh
to pale the strolling bards
we swore by deep night murmuring
riding rivers of our sighs
gifting perfumed script
to blush the white
of our sheets
you said that you saw angels too
and I never minded
the climb of you
or the tangle of your vines
lilting warm into your gentle
to pool the oceans
of our eyes
lingering in strange doorways
our stars turned corners
and bruised our heels
once our circles made us
only who will moan me now
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Author:
Heather T (
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torrid and powerful, ain't love grand!
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Thanks for kind replies, WW. Love certainly can be!
This is beautiful
*huggles* Thank you, Shannon.
I also love how you write because you are very, very talented and you don't spare the words. You really make a great use of them. Very professional writing. Thanks for sharing.
Bravo. The imagery in this piece is amazing. I particularly liked “uttering gooseflesh”. You paint such vivid pictures with words. Nice work, as always. Thanks for sharing.
now this heated my mind up whereby it got too hot but it's very very beautifully thought out and written. can't get enough of it actually but I hope the life of love progresses in good fashion. love to love.
Powerfully passionate words. Good write.
Glad I did not miss this little gem - another piece of amazing word-usage Heather.
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