Nightfall

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Nightfall brings serene silence
cool evening mists embrace timeworn rocks
scattered in elegant disarray upon the shore
Lithe leaves of aspen quiver in reticent ecstasy
as crystalline waters sashay by in haste
damp petticoats rustling in ¾ time
while casting provocative strains of
soulful siren songs to the breeze

Rivulets of amber glisten by moonlight
sweet, sap-laden tongues tickle the rough bark
of stoic pine boughs; selfless protectors of
tenderhearted young ferns that sway rhythmically
upon the musk-tinged dampness of the forest floor
Soft, spiraled heads bowed in solemn respect
bear witness as inviolable dreams unfurl
"Hush now," they murmur to the wind

Aurulent embers whirl with dervish abandon
fair eyes by firelight shine with a brilliance
that humbles the stars in the clear Northern sky
under the rich velvet darkness of night
Dove colored plumes of smoke drifting lazily
from the crooked fieldstone hostess
bid welcome to gracious hospitality found
within resplendent simplicity of hand-hewn walls

Sacred moments alone, at long last
blissfully unencumbered by cruel whims of
the almighty Internet god that divides
Deep in the forest, there are no intrusions
nor spurious whispers of seductive illusion
Two hearts entwine in fervent fusion
impelled by the fire of impassioned surrender
as strong hands guide their collective soul

Sweet southern drawl commands to his feet
strong woman before him, body and mind held
spellbound by the spirit of divine mastery
Souls aflame, flaxen hair swept high
esteemed collar encircles, lays silent claim
to this willing captive of His heart
From noble lips pour mellifluent refrain
"Tonight you are Mine, My love."



Weathered hand presented with regal elegance
bathed in the radiance of heartfelt submission
adoration conveyed within a simple kiss
Fingertips trace tender pathways through silken hair
eyes meet, fires of the soul burn deeply within
as two become One to honor His will
Beloved tradition, born of heartfelt devotion
binds irrevocably, until the end of time

Summoned to his lap, the bentwood bed sighs
wicked man, depraved desires unrestrained
lascivious hands ache to peruse delicate ivory flesh as
Digits tingle with debauched anticipation
then deliver love… one breathless stroke at a time
taking pleasure in that which is His
Rogue smile ripens as raw heat ascends
blush masterpiece painted firmly upon her soul

Dire fingertips cleave rose-tinged petals
vulnerable bud trembling begs merciful release
from the sleek, sultry folds that surround
coaxed forth to passions' most eloquent crescendo
Shy flower screaming with emotion so tender
dances free, in the iniquitous rhapsody
of profound completion in surrender
"Yes, My sweet girl, you are Mine"

Poetry and photographic images
copyright Arden, January 2006

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AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Beatifical Piece the First Part of it anyways it's just that I don't Believe that the Images also Beautiful by the way, just doesn't match or fit the words. And that is pretty much what killed it for me.

AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
Great looking...

images that blend nicely with your choice of words..

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Serene.

The lovely pictures along with the word images you have painted ~ with a masterful stroke, tells the story. We are surrounded by inspiration that ignites the senses.

69forever69foreverabout 18 years ago
So sensual....

Loved the blend of the quiet retreat with the reason for being there. Sensual, loving fulfillment. Very nice my friend.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
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I like the word choice, and I enjoyed reading, but feel it was a little wordy as well. It appeared to me as more than one poem.

Lovely pictures!

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