Sensually Adorned In Dazzling Sunshine
As she is drenched in noise
She awakes to her bed awash in dazzling sunshine,
Her mood is as bright as those glorious warm rays,
As she deliciously stretches her sinuous body,
Feeling all is well as she snuggles in where she lays.
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The window is open, a cool breeze whisks across her silken thighs,
A double entendre, with both the warm sun and cool wind,
Lazily slipping through the fronds of desire,
As her mind flows into the anticipation as her fantasy begins.
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In her imagination she feels the roughened fingertips of her will,
Scratching and scraping in the very corners of her mind,
A persistent itch, glorious in the depths of her bones,
As whispered heartbeats insist she unwinds.
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She rolls with the punches, over evergreen hills,
Cresting each wave at its extreme pinnacle,
Surfing the heights until she’s perched haphazardly on a cliff,
Accursed at times, hope escalating to wipe out the cynical.
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Forced to draw back, wallowing in fascination,
At the game played with perfect precision,
Years have been tamed in such a manner,
Freely given with no need of your supervision.
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She is suddenly awash in heightened sensitivity,
Encased in the stubbornness of the rolling desire,
Every wave crashing just prior to the point of perfection,
Existential as every cell screams in burning fire.
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All that’s left is the hope of the end,
Thrown against her very will,
A little death slashed her into oblivion,
She freezes, as every inch feels searing heat and sudden chill.
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That cliff she envisioned was higher than expected,
As she’s thrown down to the valley floor,
Wreathing in cloudy numbness,
She crawls the crests, determined to explore.
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As she slams back into her tortuous mind,
Tingles of fireworks exploding behind her mind’s eye,
Drenched in noise, screaming her name,
Blackening out the memories, flowing into a quiet sigh.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
Ooh, I love this one. Especially the wordplay from the French
Excellent piece. Well done, my friend.
Wonderful love poem and left some love💖💕