" Inspired by the power of someones words... "
My words don't always flow so freely
But from the first day
you spoke to me, creatively
my words, like liquid seem to spill
I can send chills down your spine
with the lines I use to describe
any given moment in time
You are my muse
Your spirit is what I use
to help me artistically
I'm drawn to your chemistry
The force is amazing
But deadly at the same time
You posses the power to control my mind
Losing all sense of morality
Instead I want to just go after what feels right to me
Want you next to me
Your tongue silencing my worries
Your hands providing my security
Want to give you all that I have inside of me
Our bodies will make music
a sexual symphony
All of my passion mixed with pure intensity
Pretend for a moment that our souls are meant to be
And when its over
It will be back to reality
But I will forever hold on to the memory
It all started the day your words spoke to me...
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Author:
Ivory (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2018 07:47
- Category: Love
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SHE SPEAKS and the sound of Her Voice
Is so sweet ~ that the Birds hush their singing
And the Voice I hear falling on my ear
Within my Heart is ringing .....................
And She walks with Me and she talks with ME
And She tell Me I am Her OWN
And the JOY We share ~ as We tarry there
NO OTHER has ever known !
I can empathise with your lovely poem IVORY
When you find Your Perfect LOVE ~ Life is Perfect too !
Yours ~ Brotherly HUGS BRIAN @@@
Thank you 😊
What is poetry, if not life which flows through the veins of the poet. Beauty, pain, love, passion is the blood, the words which flow from the poets heart to the hand and the ink that maculates the paper, is his/her way of transmitting that life that gives meaning to what everyone else see as common. The poet looks beyond and transmits feelings, captures moments, elements of time and emotions. He/She is an instrument in the hands of inspiration and can see what common people can't. Your true essence is here a vision that should be observed with respect due to a holy ceremony. I look forward to reading you again. C
Thank you Carmine for your lovely review.
My pleasure. i always try to speak the truth. You and I are non very different in style and in thoughts. We are chosen oracles of an entity which is the font of poetry. We write what we are shown and speak what we are told. this is a very delicate, damning duty. It gives us peace only once we exposed what we perceive and complete what needs to come to light. you are very gifted. C
Again thank you. All my poetry comes from my journals and experiences, good and bad. I feel free when I can express myself through my words.
Words can be so powerful. Good write.
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