Tattooed Memories

She searches for love in the light of the moon

where moonlight and the shadows dance__

as the shadowy fingers of the night,

caress softly the memoirs in the wind~

 

She was once his Madonna Lily

and he was her insatiable love__

But now dressed in black lace of chantilly,

she still feels the touch of his leather glove~

 

His love tattooed upon her heart

remembering their sweet primal passions__

Now within the cobwebs and tears

are the sinful pleasures of yesterday~

 

 In the free spirit of winds they did ride

            along tattooed parlors of the highway__

Dressed in black lace of chantilly,

forever still...his Madonna Lily.

 

©SyberRose

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[DaughterofHonor]

Love the first verses. Love anything dark, shadows, and moonlights.

[SyberRose]

thank you so much for taking time to read...Rose:)

[Sami Khalil]

Primal passions rise to the surface reading your poems and insatiable love longs for more of them...A splendid read and write...:)

[SyberRose]

Thank you very much Sami...Im happy you enjoyed this piece...Rose:)

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Mysterious and intriguing. A woman with a touch of insanity after her lover is gone. The images are vivid, Rose. I liked it. Lydi**

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Lydi for peeking in ...glad you enjoyed...Rose:)