Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us
You will always be on my mind
The splendor of true love, Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down. Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the real pleasures learn by the burning candles and sweet red wine.
We touched our wine glasses. Held our kisses deep and long. The locked door leaving us protected and safe. In a dreamer's paradise.
The coldness of Winter brought her to me. She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm. I wanted someone to give me hope and strength.
I remembered she came to me late in the evening. Holding wine coolers and desired conversation. Dressed like a woman and the innocence of a child wanting me to open my door for her.
I saw a devil dressed in a sexy black dress with a hunger that I could not control. I watch her take off her coat. Allowing my eyes to see her beautiful young body. The short skirt allowed me the pleasure of seeing her long legs. I told her. "Sometime better not to start something we cannot stop. " She came to me. She went to her knees. Laid her long red hair across my lap. Raised her face to me. I looked into clear blue eyes and lost control. She was just a baby. Nineteen and fearless. I was still young and strong.
I knew if you start a fire you can't put out. The final act will be sadness.
She took my hands and kissed them. She whispered. "You have been so kind to me. Had great patience being my teacher at work. I know you desire me. I see how you look at me. I want someone to show me the world. Teach me pleasure and pain. Show me what love is supposed to be. I want a man's hands on my body. Not a boy's."
I asked for a wine cooler. Told her. "I don't know".
She gave me sweet kisses and took my hands. She wrapped her arms around me. Asked. "Should I go?"
I said "no".
The cold of Winter was blowing a gentle northern breeze. I looked out at my skylight. I prayed not to make a fool's wish tonight.
Two lovers begin a new journey. When passion and desire come. Very hard to stop. The beauty of the first kiss. The first caress. The first taste of a lover's skin. Stays with you forever.
I knew already. "Fine line between sex and love. Sex creates peace for the body. Love creates peace for the soul. When you dance with the young in heart, pleasure is the desire, and love is not so important."
I still remember the love making. Wasn't for pleasure. Was to fix a desire that grew with each touch. Her hunger grew till one day, early in the Spring, she left me. I knew the day would come. Some woman are to be held forever. Some are to be held for a moment.
I allowed her to leave. I knew it was better to be kind in the goodbye. My heart was gone and I found little solitude in my life. I joined a war to escape her memory.
Funny, life is a circle. We met two more times. We had a strange bond. Even today, years later. I wish to touch our glasses filled with sweet red wine. Touch her perfect body till the morning light. Some dreams become nightmares. Then the nightmares become sweet dreams.
I told her often over the year. "You are always on my mind."
This was an emotional read! With honesty and heart you penned this bittersweet poem. There are so many lines that made me react to the sad sweet truth of it all. I come away being deeply moved.
Especially love:
"I knew if you start a fire you can't put out.
The final act will be sadness."
"The beauty of the first kiss. The first caress. The first taste of a lover skin.
Stayed with you forever."
"Some woman are to be held forever. Some are to be held for a moment."
this is beautifully written and seems to come straight from the heart. draws the reader into the action and imagery with almost every stroke of the pen, old friend, you are improving your narrative by leaps and bounds, thanks for sharing an excellent write!
"I knew already. "Fine line between sex and love. Sex create peace for the body.
Love create peace for the soul. When you dance with the young in heart. Pleasure is the desire and love is not so important.""
You write with such emotion and honesty. It is such a pleasure to read your stuff! This is absolutely amazing!!!!
This is the kind of poetry I love. I'm always looking for a new story to be told. It matters not whether I find it within the pages of a book, the lines of a poem, or the music of a song. I have ever been curious and nosy, always wanting to know more, to know how and to know why.
This is another great poem filled with longing. This seemed somehow more lighthearted than to two I read previously. Very good though.
Do you truly wish for corrections? I rarely ever offer corrections on poetry because I believe that it isn't the spelling of a word that matters when you read a poem, it's the emotion you feel. However, if you want, I will come back later and read through it again, pointing out what I think you could improve.
What a beautiful story. I love the way you accept the inevitable ending, right from the start of the relationship, and the risk of pain which you are courting by getting involved. I look forward to every experience of love that I might encounter in my life; already knowing how bitter-sweet it can be. I think this poem epitomises that feeling.
Wow this poem says it all! i don't know much about love as a romantic relationship and all sorts of it but in this poem i have learned so much that fills my heart with gladness and sadness because one day i'll be in your situation.
overall this is a great great inspiring poem!
i will rate this poem 100/100
Your words always touch special corners of my mind because they come from truth and absolute sincerity. To advise you about anything in your writing would be wrong, presumptuous and all else, John! (How often do i have to tell you that!)
Here you display love in all its guises, describing memories and feelings that are obviously deeply etched in your mind, and, even to this day remembered and felt. Surely to love like that is like being wrapped in an everlasting smile. Nothing can erase it, nor would you let it.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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