Let Me......
Let me touch you in forbidden places
Strokes of passion overwhelm inhibitions
Leading desires into my fortress
A promise of phenomenal expeditions
Let me take you on a journey
A flight through cascades of pleasure
My body yearning to be your harbor
To be your gem, your gold, your treasure
Let me expose myself to your gaze
The lust I hold hidden beneath crisp sheets
I can almost feel the blaze of this passage give way
Emotion of the appetite longing to please
Let it be that you hear my cry
Savor the heat that escapes my dreams
Feel the restless presence in your bed
And know it is me...
Ships Sorrow
A night clear and cool,
Nothing but stars guided her path
Through icy waters her spirit
raged
Awaiting the sea's mighty wrath
The man in awe of her strength
The child amazed at her speed
The women
enchanted by her elegance
But of warnings no one would heed
Her decks painted in satin
The corridors of floral
design
Of greatness in stature her being
Leaving no ones dream behind
But to pieces she feel as she was betrayed
Her
strength instead profound weakness
Her immense presence can be no more
She at last proved her uniqueness
The
ships sorrow lives on today
Left only are remnants of her one journey
But still she remembers as she withers away
Paying
homage to the souls she now graves.....
There in Shadows...
A haunting stareThe shadow awakes
In silhouettes of satin
She beckons him to her
A clutching
fist tries to resist
Memories of desire whisper in his ear
Where coldness once laid,
Rages a fire not to be stilled
Beseeched
by scents of almonds and lavender
He succumbs and reaches for her
There in shadows he finds her touch
He is gathered
into her depths
and the candle flickers
The warmth spills over him
She has taken him once again
Thermo Chill
The meadow flames beyond the eye can see
and riddled with metal among the grass's seed.
The
air silent, the trees all bear,
and not a soul is seen, not anywhere.
The blazing thunders have now all ceased,
and
everything alive now all deceased.
The wicked tower of power and might,
no longer lights the sky with fire at night.
The
air is stale, the winds grow still,
and no longer are the birds perched on my window sill.
A cloud has fallen amongst
the hideous mess,
and everything before me now lay in eternal rest.
Nothing will be as it was before,
but does
it matter?
We won the war.
Day of Eternal Silence
Befallen the black upon sunrise streaks
And the silenced day turns to night
On deaf ears now his trembling
voice speaks
He watches the sly raven take his flight
Of bitter winds the leaves succumb
And fallen the dead
ones to his feet
Weakened by strains of tears his heart numb
It clenches at ravens defeat
Bequeathed now only
remnants of bonds
And warm summer days pass to fall
Reflections of him he sees in the forest's ponds
To memory, his
spirit forever enthralled
Copyright ©2004 Melanie L Dovak
