Do you

 

When you look at me, do you see…
My luminous bright spirit shining stirring awakened within

My curious intense eyes looking deep into your hidden soul

My passionate adoring heart that embraces your very being

My courageous inquisitive mind for taking a leap of faithfulness

 

When you touch me, do you feel…

My silky velvety skin longing for your soft gentle embrace

My breathe hesitatingly gasping for air from the slightest contact

My muscles contract stiffening from each stroke of my inner essence

My restless impatient body hardening after each endless clinched caress

 

When you smell me, do you sense…

My sexuality seeping through every particle fragment of my core

My intoxicating fragrance entangle all sense of valid rationalization

My exhilarated delicate bouquet in overwhelming bewilderment

 

When you listen to me, do you hear…

My seductive mumbling moaning escaping my delicately tender lips

My exasperated aching breathe yearning for release

 

When you taste me, do you savor…

My sweet bitter inner essence saturated in anticipated wetness

 

Do you?

 

When you taste, do you savor…

Your apprehensive anxiety of being when biting intending spiteful aim

 

When you listen, do you hear…

Your aggravated maimed verbal language offending leaving invisible wounds

Your explicit continued unkind words needless to pleas of concession

 

When you smell, do you sense…

Your unpleasant urge to vacate with feelings overcome with queasy uncertainty

Your annoyance enraged following prolonged words of nauseated disgust

Your humiliating disgrace loathing embraces from another vivacious brilliant soul

 

When you touch, do you feel…

Your startled anxiety bubbling swelling rise with agitated neediness

Your aversion belittling your hidden desires lacking eternal strength

Your mortality shaken with dismal endless conclusions

Your lacking hopefulness of everlastingly contentment diminished

 

When you look, do you see…
Your passion diminishing under overcoming pressures of ecstasy blissfulness

Your misery stricken soul gloomy from unresolved sullenness resentment

Your endless supply of mounting scars of unclean expressions of abominate

Your secluded heart looming yet isolated without fear of everlasting bliss

Your misery penetrating those misplaced disoriented transparent life-forces

 

Do you…

 

When you look…do you really see what and who you are to you and to others…

When you touch…do you really feel what and who you are to you and to others…

When you smell…do you really sense what and who you are to you and to others…

When you listen…do you really hear what and who you are to you and to others…

When you taste…do you really savor what and who you are to you and to others…

 

Copyright ©  Sheri Lynn Webber

Reviews

[emz]

This really was quite a beautiful poem, so full of love... i enoyed it immensely






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