Poem -
MIDNIGHT PASSION
You are the strawberry cream
On my passionate lips
That indulges my tongue
In your hypnotic swirl
Feed my heart with your love
Bless me..
With your wholesome kisses
And arousing touch
Let the night cry it's own tears
And the day seek its own clouds
For I have you to quench my thirst
And to shelter my heart from the wolves
Love me through the night
Until the dawn kisses the green herb
And vanishes into the arms of the soil
Whisper words of love
Into the reservoir of my ears
And fill my mind with your desire
For my soul
Immerse me in total ecstasy
That I may spend my energy
In this midnight passion
Then sleep a bear' summer
Until hibernation ends.
Wilford Barker.
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Comments
Wow Wilford, I loved reading this. You wrote about intimacy but used beautiful poetic metaphors. This really is a wonderful and beautiful read
Love me through the night
Until the dawn kisses the green herb
And vanishes into the arms of the soil
I think this was my favourite stanza. So gorgeously poetic. A true triumph my friend. Eloquently penned
Gwen x
Gwendolyn..
I woke up this morning to a wonderful comment from you my friend.
What a great way to start my day.
Thank you.
You are so very welcome, it is a beautiful piece of poetry. Have a great day :)
Eloquence and elegance in perfect poetry writing harmony .
Gwen has summed it better than I ever could with her comment.
And suffice to say, it wonderfully beats and flows and a beautiful read from beginning to end.
Some poems sparkle and others shine, your poem shines Wilford and brightly so.
Good to see and more than good to reread.
Wonderful throughout.
Thanks for sharing and I wish you well.
There is a deep desire in my heart to be the best lover on the planet. Lol. I have seen marriages (Just a few) that I envied in a good way. The way they allow each other to be themselves without intimidation, jealousy or anger. I am still looking.. and I must say, working on something like that right now. But I know it won't be easy.
Nevertheless.. One can only get out of a thing.. what one puts into it.
Most of writings spok to my hurts and pain of the past. Now I write of the Love anticipated for the future.
Hopefully.. I might get a taste of honey before I exit this beautiful world.
Thanks for the encouragement.