get a grip I tell myself
on this shadowy afternoon
sitting in the shade I daydream
with sleek thoughts of you I crave
coveteness behave, these feelings can't be understood
convicted soul, my flesh has other ideas
seeking you in the dark
my mind alters and I reach
to those irristible spots
caressing the notion
then my need
you speak to my core
and I respond
massaging my feelings
taking my time to know you
I gather the stars from midnight's bliss
and shine for you
my secrets told, my blush can't cover my nakedness,
my vulnerability before you
sacred art passion is your language
my tenderness shown I succumb to you utterly
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Vintage Crimsin, at her best. Love it.
thank you dearest Adagio most graciously 💕
Beautifully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you most graciously for such a kind comment 💕
Hoi hoi
If a poet can be tender, can a poem be tender to?
A declaration of love.
And the four last sentenses the cherry on the cake.
Love it a lot!
Kind regards, Gus
hello dearest Gus good evening I do believe a poem can be tender thank you for your lovely thoughts on this 💕
So beautiful, Brenda💕
thank you graciously lovely Mary 💕
You’re very welcome. I hope you’re doing well, Brenda.
lovely
good evening beautiful poetess thank you graciously 💕
It is so very human. Gia protect your vulnerability.
Be well
hello Jim thank you for a thoughtful and caring comment 💕
Hi Crimsin. You are very welcomed.
I love your pen name too.
💚
thank you Jim I chose it a long time ago… I should have had it trademarked but oh well 💕
Is it too late? 🙂
If I ever see another using it, I’ll threaten a law suit. be well