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Beneath
Beneath the sheets of darkness, her bed was a magic carpet
Woven in threads of memories from her childhood.
In hushed tones, she whispered the names of lovers from her past
Sharing secrets of their touch, and naming the places of her they had.
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
"Do you crave a touch that wakes the night?" she heard a spirit whisper.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers slipped beneath her gown.
Woven in threads of memories from her childhood.
In hushed tones, she whispered the names of lovers from her past
Sharing secrets of their touch, and naming the places of her they had.
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
"Do you crave a touch that wakes the night?" she heard a spirit whisper.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers slipped beneath her gown.
Published 6th Sep 2024
Author's Note
I imagined my mother and her private thoughts as she remembered her youth before her death. I edited this photo from an earlier time in her life. Her eyes were so clear!
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6th Sep 2024 6:35pm
Lovely imaginative write. Favourite verse:
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
7th Sep 2024 3:43am
You are a beautiful strong smart sexy woman like your mother. Keep on writing.
