Peace, Before I Die

You have certainly unfolded the wrinkles put in the sheets from the night in a magnificent way. You have a special way of describing things that is passionate, imaginative, creative, and real. It keeps me engaged completely and draws a beautiful imagery. The choice of Lavender enhances the picture of lace with a wonderful colour and smell to match the form of the body while hearing the birdsong. Representing the anxiety in chewed fingernails is a great to make that point, attention to detail I very much appreciate. The visual of mapping of the body and visiting every place, what a perfect map that will be. 'I can see your places, I trace your map' that's a thing of beauty, of expression and appreciation. A torqued heart and shadowed man, perhaps the perfect recipe for passion on the verge of insanity. To find peace... in sweat and bodily fluids all night long in the midst of the stars and comets. Jasmine and rose, drawing petals... you are killing me. ;) I really enjoyed chewing on this love. It was very sensual...

Hey you.
I've always been a fan of the surreal.  Of the allure and chemistry between two people.  That's what distinguishes the moments beyond the physical aspects.
   I'm an artsy guy in my head.  And although I most definitely love the female body, it's the way she carries herself, that I will remember.   The way she looks at me. The way she builds the moment up with me.  
  It doesn't take perfect people to have a perfect time together.  God knows we are all banged up or gimpy in some way.  So what.  You take what you have and you give your all to them.   That enthusiasm and confidence is sexy as hell.  
 And I make sure they know how much I appreciate that time together.  If nothing else, I'm enthusiastic as hell!  Lol.  

I love your comment/s!   Practically answered every nuance with your own!  

So what have you been up to today?   Alter-ego material?   Lol

Through your alluring words, you always tend to shine that inner peace of yourself, whereas, once it aligns with your heart and mind it pours so beautifully onto you canvas, moreso, once you turn away, you are left with so many embracing interpretations and they are coupled with contentment at the liability of the heart, yours.

It takes sheer perfection to know self, before you can include others on your mental journey to comprehend what you are mentally conveying

Enjoy your upcoming week, my poet

Even your replies are poetic.  :-)
I love your insight.  I have no idea how or why I'm wired the way I am.  Life experiences?  
My dad got me into reading and writing.  But it was the discovery of females that put it all together.  Lol.   There's no better subject.

Have an awesome week in your part of the spectrum,!  

Ahh.. you’ve made this poetess smile and you are humbly welcome, always

And thank you for the well wishes, and I shall

It's rare when men make me shiver down my spine.
Yeah you're writing is that good
Echo KristinaX
Damn Styx

It takes a real man to compliment other men in such a way.  That is fact.  Confident men aren't afraid to support other men in their endeavors.  I appreciate your support!  

Sometimes my writing is so-so, just like us all.  Sometimes I feel more confident in what I post.  So thank you for letting me know when I'm doing well.  

Wow, what a sensual writing. So good and alluring.

That's mighty nice of you to say.  Thank you!  

BTW, someone PM'd me about what an awesome writer you are.  They're right.  

Hey Styx

Awwhhh. I love this. Especially the part where you died and were reborn.
And your new eyes seeing her. Just great writing all around.
I got here late - everyone else said all the good stuff!!! LOL

Have a great evening amigo!

It's never too late to see your smile.  

This is posted on another website, and someone totally missed the "death" aspect not being about actual death.  She took it as suicidal and was sorry I felt like that.  Huh?
I thought I wrote it obvious that it wasn't.  No?
I think what I mean within the write is the death of being too guarded.  Of allowing myself to open up and be more receptive to what is in front of me.  The death of old worries.  

No more chewing fingernails.  Lol.  

Sweet dreams Cheeky!

Well you - know they can't all
be brilliant like me amigo, hahahah

Had to respond!!

fixing to log off - goodnight buddy:)

Dear S,

This poem for me, expresses the idea of heaven after death. Where pain and suffering and self doubt and torture are finally laid to rest and serenity takes hold knowing we were actually worthy of love all along. Falling asleep after a night like you’ve written is a heaven on earth experience so few get to know or fully appreciate. Waking up to a new day puts that veneer right back up with a shinier gleam, as I would be waiting for the axe to drop letting me know it was all a dream and I’m not worthy after all. I think this is a beautiful poem so filled with realism as well as surrealism. Fills all the nooks and crannies of a porous heart. H🌷

You summed it up pretty damn well, H.  This is an oldie that I tweaked a bit.  But it's one of my own favorites.  I think it conveyed fairly well what I was feeling at the time.
 And as usual, your explaining to me my own motivations is spot on.  
Thank you kindly.