Sunday Musings, featuring Cherie Sumner's poem titled " Sweet Repose ", appreciated by Williamsji Maveli

Sunday Musings, featuring Cherie Sumner's poem titled " Sweet Repose ", appreciated by Williamsji Maveli

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For Sunday Musings column of 31st  May,  2015  featuring   poem titled " Sweet Repose "

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SYNOPSIS: This is my weekend writing column for a review of a poem from a selected author. This Column is being titled as "Sunday Musings" with a view to feature an in-depth analysis of any one of the poems from the previous week's postings, selected by me at random to avoid the elaborate review or comment postings by me in the usual comments column. Poetess Cherie Sumner's almost all poems are great success, and have won much appreciations and comments from COSMO viewers.  Hence it was very difficult to choose the best one for my review. However, I shall plan this column in such a way to accommodate almost all style of poems by all poets and poetess of COSMOFUNNEL, which I hope will give more room for encouragement and inspirations to write. The poems selected are purely from my own liking and discretion and has nothing to do with the ratings, voting and favorite aspects. Hope, readers will understand my view point and enjoy my writing. My views and interpretations in this column are purely my own observations, and it has nothing to do with the personal life of the author of the poem. I am eager to read your feed-backs.  The poem which  I have taken-up for this Sunday Musings is Cherie Sumner's   poem titled " Sweet Repos "

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Sweet Repose
By
Cherie Sumner

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I adore how you press your lips
Upon my hand in a kiss
Such a tender implication
A persuasion that persists
In those seconds of expression
You leave a permanent mark
Within my heart, I covet
Every nuance this love embarks

(Lips are full and passionately very soft, but hot. A warm, full and extremely reddish lip always could travel over the human body for more sensual response. Moreover the human touch could only be described as magical as this is very significance in any form of love life)

Life’s tides brought you in
On a wave of ecstasy to my shore
Drenching my soul with affection
Absorbing your love’s downpour
Stay soaking wet, lest we forget
How fate rolled out love’s red carpet
To seduce me, effortlessly
To walk upon it as your starlet

(if you listen carefully and keep closely your ears  to seashells, you might hear all the whispers of the deep ocean written on the sand shores)

Your sophisticated charms impress me
Hold me mesmerized
A unique chemistry of passion
To render me hypnotized
You were created to steal my heart
For safe keeping, ever close
Each kiss you place upon my hand
I fall deep into love’s sweet repose

A feather touch could only be described at magical. No matter where you put your fingers on the opposite body, it could always make both shiver with the need and eagerness)

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A gentle touch or  fondle across the human body contributes much pleasurable moments in a love life.

Every time when someone touches, a sparks flows like electricity through blood and makes the heart to sing. When you love a man, I mean really deeply love a man to the very depth of your soul, there is something so different about the way he touches you that mere words cannot describe the feeling. Just being near you makes all my senses come alive. Yet your touch could enhance the senses tenfold.

When your hand reaches out, you cannot stop the body from instinctively leaning in, drawn to your touch as if it is the only way you could truly be complete. Your arms are strong and confident as you roll over to his  side and pull his  body up as close to you as you possibly can. It seems as if every inch of you  is touching him closely, engulfed in your warmth and comforted by your presence. Hearts beating rapidly and both of you  gasping for breath. Long moments pass as breathing returns to normal, then softer still drifting off to sleep savoring the pleasure mutually share. This is life, this is love,

Dear Mother Poetess of love, please accept my congratulation for sharing this fabulous poem with us.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI