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My Phantom Temptress
The first recollection I have, I was the age of 8
Only glimpses had I seen of her
I payed no mind, for it wasn't my interest
At age 9 I began to see her frequently
I noted her vivacious appearance
Long black hair, hazel eyes, and a gentle smile
This intrigued me
At 10, we began conversing together
She was much more mature in her mentality than I
Physically, she was the image of envy and beauty
We were only acquaintances until age 12
The connection was made when we held hands for the first time
Her soft fingers caressed mine, finally intertwining
Like the vines of honeysuckle, gently kissed by the noon day sun
At 13, we both took the leap from boy to manhood and girl to womanhood
The experience was something neither had felt
It was awkward at first but then, a sense of belonging together
The unity offered a feeling of protection and comfort
It felt like clouds of the unknown, high within the sky
That were then perforated by rays of gold, showing the beauty of the land down below
A warm ray, peirceing her veil of purity
Our bond continued until 16
I could feel the love fade, as paint fades when exposed to the sun
Our passion burned too bright, too fast
Finally the blaze subsided
Once again we were acquaintances
All the while I couldn't let go of the one who had shared in the joys of life with me
The tears we had shed and the love we had made
Cold nights beaten away by the warmth of our bodies
I couldn't accept this reality
I would see her talking to other guys, ones I knew all too well
It infuriated me
I couldn't understand, I wasn't a jealous person.....was I?
I would plead for her reconsideration to no avail
Finally, the realization had hit me
I would be near to her, but only out of reach
Always longing for her warm embrace
Delicate skin
Gentle smile
Supple lips
Enchanting eyes
Every night I would see her in my dreams
I would call out
Nothing in return
She beckons me by exploring her own body with sensual touches
Just as I reach my arms around her, I awake
Grasping at thin air
Longing to feel the heat of my companion beside me
Longing....for my phantom temptress
Only glimpses had I seen of her
I payed no mind, for it wasn't my interest
At age 9 I began to see her frequently
I noted her vivacious appearance
Long black hair, hazel eyes, and a gentle smile
This intrigued me
At 10, we began conversing together
She was much more mature in her mentality than I
Physically, she was the image of envy and beauty
We were only acquaintances until age 12
The connection was made when we held hands for the first time
Her soft fingers caressed mine, finally intertwining
Like the vines of honeysuckle, gently kissed by the noon day sun
At 13, we both took the leap from boy to manhood and girl to womanhood
The experience was something neither had felt
It was awkward at first but then, a sense of belonging together
The unity offered a feeling of protection and comfort
It felt like clouds of the unknown, high within the sky
That were then perforated by rays of gold, showing the beauty of the land down below
A warm ray, peirceing her veil of purity
Our bond continued until 16
I could feel the love fade, as paint fades when exposed to the sun
Our passion burned too bright, too fast
Finally the blaze subsided
Once again we were acquaintances
All the while I couldn't let go of the one who had shared in the joys of life with me
The tears we had shed and the love we had made
Cold nights beaten away by the warmth of our bodies
I couldn't accept this reality
I would see her talking to other guys, ones I knew all too well
It infuriated me
I couldn't understand, I wasn't a jealous person.....was I?
I would plead for her reconsideration to no avail
Finally, the realization had hit me
I would be near to her, but only out of reach
Always longing for her warm embrace
Delicate skin
Gentle smile
Supple lips
Enchanting eyes
Every night I would see her in my dreams
I would call out
Nothing in return
She beckons me by exploring her own body with sensual touches
Just as I reach my arms around her, I awake
Grasping at thin air
Longing to feel the heat of my companion beside me
Longing....for my phantom temptress
Published 30th Nov 2022
Author's Note
Tell me what you think about my first attempt in the love/erotic genre. I felt it was very tame compared to all the others I see, but it's a start.
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30th Nov 2022 4:01am
Actually, I loved the subtleness of it and the journey of our
first love. We all can relate to this piece. You are off to a wonderful start:)
We all need variety in reading - so thank you!
first love. We all can relate to this piece. You are off to a wonderful start:)
We all need variety in reading - so thank you!
30th Nov 2022 4:16am
Thank you! I usually write dark poems, but I thought I might try to branch out. Otherwise where's the fun, you have to try everything at least once right?
10th Dec 2022 7:23am
Hi CC, in your author's notes you mention that yours is tame
compared to other erotic one's you see. ( presumably on DU?)
Keep 'em tame. The others descend into pornography and that beats the subject to death.
I can relate to " My Phantom Temptress" as is. A story.
But if it were more explicit it would've been a turn off.
compared to other erotic one's you see. ( presumably on DU?)
Keep 'em tame. The others descend into pornography and that beats the subject to death.
I can relate to " My Phantom Temptress" as is. A story.
But if it were more explicit it would've been a turn off.
10th Dec 2022 5:08pm
Yes I had thinking about it quite a bit. My style relies more on thought provocation. To me, sensuality is more heartfelt than blatent pornographic detail. You have my thanks, dear Rew.
