If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked when my eyes are caressing your hands
Sighs of great bliss emanate from all of my senses
At the very sight of your hands
Sweet murmurs of memories evoked in a passion
Mesmerizing in haunting command
I am quieted of motion, stopped in existent time
Thrilled to my core of being
With memories of spaces and faraway places
Your hands take my spirit a fleeing
Strength emits from the coursing of lifeblood
Pulsing within your clasp
Holding my heart in suspended anticipation
Inviting the fire of your grasp
My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
i love this lines they are so good and describes passion and love it just so sweet !!:)
Beautiful poem. How calm and deep this love is. How wonderfully you allow us to feel that along with you. As always, you speak to my heart.
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Beautiful poem. Very deep and transcending. I particularly like the way you have 'confused' senses to evoke emotion. Very inspiring (to make me wanna write)
My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
i love this lines they are so good and describes passion and love it just so sweet !!:)
Hands can reveal many things, go ask any fortune teller.
In this it reveals the writers passion and ponder all in
one. inspirational no doubt, always a pleasure Neva....
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