Involuntarily

 

Involuntarily,

He became a desire she craved...

A spirit that could touch her dreams,

And make her believe again.

Standing in the mirror she caught a glimpse

Of herself through his eyes

And saw some one she wanted to be

She wished she could see as he did.

Thoughts of him massage her soul

And she smells jasmine hope being renewed

His mind the ripest cantaloupe

And she bites into juicy mental mastery

So glad to see beyond his skin.

His love is like a Kingdom being unveiled

And he becomes Majestic,

Yet he serves her grapes of knowledge

While she lays back.

Watching him with her eyes closed

While hands touch skin that shouldn't be exposed

She drops her clothes~

And he delights in her nakedness

Her heart is now undressed

And they touch beyond the here and now

Metaphysical explorations are delved into

And kisses wash them...

 

Reviews

[STurner]

"Alive, sensual Choosing Life strums the heart strings again. This tireless reader never feels anything but delight in the way she tirelessly writes." So very real. I was deeply moved by the vision you share when you write: Yet he serves her grapes of knowledge/While she lays back. /Watching him with her eyes closed/ While hands touch skin that shouldn't be exposed/ She drops her clothes~ /And he delights in her nakedness/Her heart is now undressed/And they touch beyond the here and now... mmm, mmm, goood!

[forfila]

This is your most intising poem yet, you have me lost in your thought, those short direct lines (your trade mark and foot print) steered my emotion and spirit through the most beautiful journey of you heart and soul.

I love this.

Thank you for sharing.

Love from.
Me

[Nykkiicia Cion]

hmmmm...

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Metaphysical explorations are delved into,
and kisses wash them...

WOW!!!! If poetry is somehow equal to 'game', Tish you are truly an all-pro. You could make a grown man melt.