LongingA Poem by Deborah ShepardAzure lace at my longing ivory fingertips
Sensual lights carriage, my mirage of your love in a distance
Satin strings fall upon my body, heavenly lull
I feel you touch me all over in breathes so showered in ecstasy
Life is meanies with you
Soft resonance flows form the nectars spilt milk
Come my precious love to a place in stars
Highest decimal can be heard by only angels
Should you awaken my flames
Thus feathered silhouetted lips, contour to mine
Visual hear the softness words
Speak only to me, I can hear
Talk softly my angel
© 2008 Deborah Shepard |
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Added on July 5, 2008AuthorDeborah Shepardyelm, WAAboutABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..Writing
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