Eastern Lady

Lets walk along our beautiful sea beach just you and I. Then to gather we will fly into paradise.

Eastern lady come with me.

To my land of honey, live, our free will.
Where only pure of heart do dwell.

 

We’ travel holding each so close
Can you feel the call, the need to be free

  To live, as nature intended.

We should live off the land, streams, and ocean my sweet love.

 

Only we know, how in our paradise. We lay on the beach play our games,

So much, sun so much fun.
Our house in the tree tops, vines we climb, and when we open our door.
Blue sky, evening warm. Flesh Feeling silky smooth. Strolling slowly summers eve.

 

No stars so far eyes can see, only in your eyes; a “twinkle” not distant very near.

Can you smell sweet aroma, air filled with wondrous sense.

“No my sweet love, tis i.

Slender are thy hands to hold, tightly gently, softly held as we our footsteps

silently leave there tread, upon our golden white sands.

 

Rolling waves, gently unfold, ocean calling inviting thee.

Walking in our world of bliss. Not caring, sharing these lovebirds.

 

Nothing exists but only thee, hearts joined, spirit, soul too. Words unspoken knowingly.

Emotions glowing, rays those show. Brilliant sunset feels within.

 

Showing on one �" shadow long

 

Turtles slowly pass near sea, no need to dip our feet.

For the Ocean will engulf our desire �" appetite.

 

A cooling breeze glides silently, smoothly these two beings.

Now their time has come to walk
along their golden sun drenched paradise beach.

 

“Deadly thy sin,

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

at the beginning of the poem like a lullaby of invitation to the "Eastern Lady" the more i feel the bound but at the end say "Deadly thy sin" like a curse for the form of the "eastern Lady". rejection to an invitation. should it name cruelty or should it be name curse after blessing ?

[Ashira Macy]

Wonderful imagery in this one for sure. This was a great write.

[John Preston]

Ive been trying to write a story on this. I can't write a beginning. I have the main middle part and no end.
How's that.
If it was going to be a poem
No problem.

[Ashira Macy]

That is how I am with stories too. I can start them out, but I have a hell of a time finishing them.