sharp are her edges on my exposed skin
by Charri Hensley on Thursday, 17 November 2011 at 14:43 ·
this is pain, exquisite lush pain.
how it lingers within.
an ancient codex written upon a single breath.
In languages yet unknown, such grand value given them.
silken tones, wrapped in velvet dreams.
to old for lust, come to play,
longings wage valiant battles at soul level.
Tempted from afar,
without forcible constraint,
blown into the winds will am I.
Lovely is this balm, a sweet narcotic.
Flavors of vivid ideas colors woven into sounds,
touches that tattoo the mind with the kiss of everlasting spring.
Oh this pain, at knowing and again at not knowing,
at being and not being,
for the wanton woman I am,
as well as for the lady I am known to be,
Night comes, falling
thick,
cool her edges sharp on my exposed skin.
with only a thought of your voice,
this mind walks away from me, to find you,
there,
oh there you are, waiting in a dream,
Rushing feet cross the room,
carried on wings,
hands find hands, lips find lips,
a torrent of bodies, the fragrance of passion filling the air,
tempered longings laid to rest,
as the world fades away from view,
leaving two.
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