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Woman of Wind and Rain
(written with JohnFeddeler)
in my desert, there is no oasis. the raging sandstorm blinds me,
pack animals have deserted. angels are occupied in greener lands.
is there a dark-winged guardian, a witch or a genie, to deliver me
from my desolation?
born of flames, through the winding sand. with exploding vibrations within
the space of splinted fears. raven feathers caress your cheeks as my wings open,
protecting against the blinding storm. whispered words gracefully lick your ear
as grains of sand explode a fading star burst...
i am your Raven Angel, fear not my love...
the bounding mane tosses my ship like an origami toy. Poseidon
has taken my crew, and laughs at my lonely desperation. in my
waning sanity, I pray for a sea nymph or goddess to escape the
ocean lords shackles, to rise from Atlantis, and rescue me.
this dismal ocean possess dark visions, souls floating with the tide guided by a
nebulous light. an ancient creature summoned to lead the way. a breathtaking beauty
with an angels heart, parting the waters, bidding you ashore. eyes meeting, a silent tear
slips down my cheek. speaking words upon this watery grave...
a mermaid chained to the throws of your love...
sometimes I'm just a man with a simple need: to love hard, and be
loved deliberately in return. the naked, inviting flesh of a stout-hearted
woman, toughened by life, but yielding in the right places. firm nipples
that hunger for my biting assault. the warm, wet folds of her deepest
passion, that I must penetrate with my vilest determination.
can you be that woman for me?
my heart puts up warning signs that my harlot flesh ignores, as it yearns for your
thieving hands. the lightning rod that would illuminate the velvet walls of my cavern.
we act as animals now because there is nothing to stop us, and if we regret it tomorrow,
we can die by each other's hand...[/font]
in my desert, there is no oasis. the raging sandstorm blinds me,
pack animals have deserted. angels are occupied in greener lands.
is there a dark-winged guardian, a witch or a genie, to deliver me
from my desolation?
born of flames, through the winding sand. with exploding vibrations within
the space of splinted fears. raven feathers caress your cheeks as my wings open,
protecting against the blinding storm. whispered words gracefully lick your ear
as grains of sand explode a fading star burst...
i am your Raven Angel, fear not my love...
the bounding mane tosses my ship like an origami toy. Poseidon
has taken my crew, and laughs at my lonely desperation. in my
waning sanity, I pray for a sea nymph or goddess to escape the
ocean lords shackles, to rise from Atlantis, and rescue me.
this dismal ocean possess dark visions, souls floating with the tide guided by a
nebulous light. an ancient creature summoned to lead the way. a breathtaking beauty
with an angels heart, parting the waters, bidding you ashore. eyes meeting, a silent tear
slips down my cheek. speaking words upon this watery grave...
a mermaid chained to the throws of your love...
sometimes I'm just a man with a simple need: to love hard, and be
loved deliberately in return. the naked, inviting flesh of a stout-hearted
woman, toughened by life, but yielding in the right places. firm nipples
that hunger for my biting assault. the warm, wet folds of her deepest
passion, that I must penetrate with my vilest determination.
can you be that woman for me?
my heart puts up warning signs that my harlot flesh ignores, as it yearns for your
thieving hands. the lightning rod that would illuminate the velvet walls of my cavern.
we act as animals now because there is nothing to stop us, and if we regret it tomorrow,
we can die by each other's hand...[/font]
Published 1st Mar 2013
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8th Mar 2013 3:09am
Wow.. amazing imagery in this. It's more prose than a poem, but it's very well structured and dynamic in delivery. The forth stanza really stood out in my opinion, as well as the last. You two make nice partners.. Or short stories.
8th Mar 2013 5:16am
9th Mar 2013 1:06am
this was an adventure for us, the sandstorm, the ocean's fury, the fire of lust...
19th May 2013 5:08am
