A lover’s language…
I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon her nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that she will only
let our fingers trace
whilst reading
to each other.
A lover’s language…
I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon her nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that she will only
let our fingers trace
whilst reading
to each other.
The picture sets a sensual tone, and the words draw you in even deeper to connect with what the mind would imagine. It is a piece that leaves you breathing deeply. Just lovely!
Window opens
To intimate connection
Naturedraws me in
*
My mind flutters with creative intent
Inner revelation excites the soul
Where silence invents the moment
*
Always be tender…
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Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
he understood the chemical power
stirred the emotional pot with music
it was a formula for fame
made all lips lick
men drooled
women swooned
had a good beat
“I’d give it a 98”
instant success
the urge presented itself
in the most opportune moment
an unexpected pleasure
brought joy and chemistry
and a lingering fortune
a slick comfort
of trapped tongues
finding bliss and harmony
wet exchanges
of future promises
desires for fulfillment,
yours and mine,
the priority
on the to-do list
of this sensual journey
towards mutual satisfaction
a repeat expression
waiting for its turn
patience, a frustrating value
only eclipsed
by distance
sweetness will
be won again
desires satiated
by unending
fulfillment
Glorious bronze sight.
My hungry mind’s fantasy.
Basking in her gaze.