Don't be afraid

The raiments of your life, be they
tattered rags, brocade of gold

I would ease, with whisper, from across your shoulders
let part, to earth forgotten, light

my lips, prayer susurrate
upon the fountain naked of your breast

and to the telling of your heart
with all the magic in my breadth

bespeak – the secret name
of giving

Report Story

bylive4passion© 3 comments/ 1326 views/ 1 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: