PRELUDE TO LOVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PRELUDE TO LOVE

 

 

Before making love

my body is a ritual

prepares with the thought

trembles with the feeling

becomes soft

it spills with tenderness

of a female in heat 

 

Before making love

my eyes has the brightness

of fire and desire

burn when sought

become a mystery

when in the dark room

find yours 

 

Before making love

my mouth is perfumed

sensually moving

slow motion

at the wind pace

pure femme fatale

  

Before making love

wishes of a lasting expectation

between endless caresses

eyes focused

repeatedly

much before bodies

touching

 

Before making Love

read aloud

all the booklets of my dreams

and recite to me

all the rhymes of

your soul

 

Before the bodies unite

strum from head to toe

all my musical strings

and after this ritual

of pure love

let the music resonate

from our souls

and have me

x

x

x

 at last!

 

Mary Fioratti

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Most of my poems are Love poems... and all my love poems, I wrote to my husband. A wonderful man - in all ways - that I have no words that can describe. I guess that my heart can speak for me...

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

Mary this is gorgeous--so lush--but my favorite stanza--

Before making Love
read aloud
all the booklets of my dreams
and recite to me
all the rhymes of
your soul

This just speaks to me so eloquently--

[J Todd Underhill]

I know he is lucky to have you, and you him as well. that is how it works when you find your soulmate. I have been lucky to have met mine 18 years ago, and she is glutton for punishment for she still sticks around even though it is me she is stuck with.