In his minds eyeA Poem by MagdelenaThe mind is a mysterious place. All doors hidden there.
I am golden fantasy
Painted with petals of minds eye A canvas of purity That only he can see. With each brush stroke He creates his dream lover From dreams he holds deep inside Golden patches of clover. His eyes close, his thoughts move Forward to the inner recess deep within Where fantasy is much like reality To one such as him. Brursh strokes move smoothly My form tightening as paint dries Naked, I am, the breeze softly moving Over my form, mingling with his breath. He moans softly, gentle the tone Yet agonizing to hear all the same I stand so very still For it is now with shame.. I can feel his eyes watching me Moving over my very form How did I get here, I whimper softly Dear God, I want to go home! Then his hand reaches out Touching, moving, eagerly Breathing labored for I am done His masterpiece. Of golden fantasy Painted with petals of minds eye Each and every night Till the end of time. © 2009 MagdelenaFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on October 17, 2009 Last Updated on October 20, 2009 AuthorMagdelenaCharlotte, NCAboutHello to all; Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..Writing
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