Incandescent

When the moonlight shadow follows me,

Silent footsteps echo in the street,

The oriental scent that teases me,

Flowing locks that blinded me,

An arching head looking behind,

Inviting eyes ravage the mind,

Quivering lips moisten subtly,

Brutal nails pierce slowly,

Touch my body like a burning coal,

Darkness fights the incandescent soul.

Gyanban Thoughts -For few fortunate people,when they first make love,it is a moment in time they remember forever.A myriad of emotions go through the mind,body and heart.Conflicts and contradictions fight raging passion and intense attraction.Feelings linger every day though memories slowly fly away.This poem is dedicated to all those in love,out of love,about to be in love or about to fall out of love.Go back in time and recreate the magic.

If love is a trick it will have a beginning and an end, but the magic is to see how long can you last within...

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Moody Blues

If a raindrop could trickle
inside your mind so fickle,
your eyes would roll
around the pole,
to give it some direction
perhaps caring love and affection,
or cool like mint,
subtle - get the hint ?
run with the little drop,
just flow dont stop,
blocked by a thought,
of the battles fought,
distanced by forks,
and the flying storks,
gliding and floating,
but still look for that fleeting feeling..