In these quiet places⁓
Come, let me pull you gently into our quietness,
where wonder has etched the loveliness of
your softly alluring “take me” eyes
permanently into my hopeful,
azure blues,
where the dawns rise silently ~ gently
to mist our early skies with gold
before surrendering…
on unto the day.
Let us entwine our ever-willing, hungry fingers
in quiet, reverent solitude…
to stroll through boundless amber fields,
where wild stalks of wheat in training
learn to weather life’s gloriously
gentled breath of creation,
waving as one together
at all awe-struck
passers-by.
Let me know you in your quiet stillness,
as I have known you like soft waves
fondling the excited shore, while
You are siren, I am sailor…
where the all of us is
~ Eternity.
Let me love you in your calm moments,
that I may know it is me your loins
open in aching hunger for, and
it is for me your eyes close
when your sighs breathe
and flow softly down
o’er me from your
lusty throat.
Then, in the solitude of this time, Our time…
embraced in these hushed surroundings,
let our souls meld into matrimony,
with no clergy or witnesses,
….and….
in these quiet places, let me be
the sole reason your arms,
your moist lips, and
your world
exists.
Richard “Rascal” Jenkins
©2o25
This deserves a place on my list….
Smooth and comfortable (among other things). You just joined my daily fix list.
Ahhh, Lady Adira 🌾
How warmly your gracious platitudes so deeply enthrall a hopeful bard, and what a gratifying honor to be placed on your “daily fix list”.
Thank you sincerely for your lovely morning touch! ⁓ Rascal🖌
First, the way you displayed the piece is beautiful. Every stanza starts off with asking to be allowed to bring her closer to you.
This is just perfect
A good Wednesday morning to ya, Fia 🌼
It is sooo nice to begin the day with such inspiring words from a knowing poetess’ radiantly heart-gifted pen.
To receive commentary so warmly laid (as Yours) upon one of my earnest poetic efforts means more than mere thanks … you make me wish I had an endless supply of stardust to sprinkle over every grim moment of all your days and nights.
And, you seem to possess a gift of grasping the true essence of my poetry; rare few do … and, it makes me feel special.
Then, I am truly humbled you think this piece is “perfect” … thank you, Fia ⁓ Rascal🖌