- Erotic Poetry
- Seasons of Dew
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Carried on my torrent rain,
I swirl lightly down,
blushing, as you kiss my cheek.
Dew trickles softly on milady.
Pillowed in cloudy days,
I lay in swaying earth
playing tag with butterflies
who are faster than me.
Drifting with carousel leaves,
gusting wind chafes,
prickling my nostrils
with the smoke of her eyes.
Skyflakes whisper patterns
of breath traced on skin glass,
love songs crackling in fire.
On colder nights, my mouth dreams.
- COMMENTS
jd4georgeover 19 years agoAuthorThanks for noticing, Tath!
I want to write more of her, but fear my words never really do her justice. She was, however, the inspiration of "Shadow Child".
Tathagataover 19 years agosome sweet stuff.
I love this:
~Drifting with carousel leaves,
gusting wind chafes,
prickling my nostrils
with the smoke of her eyes.~
Man
That musta been some woman.
Thank you
