There Are Violets
There are violets –
Warm hands pressed upon me
And lips
Gathering drips.
There are hips
Intruding upon skin
And fragrant petals -
Wet through with loving you.
The night is begging us
In anguished cries -
In sighs and breaths and tongues
And breasts.
I am stretched out -
So playful with your stiffness
And my mouth, is full of you.
Hay violetas
Hay violetas --
Manos cálidas que me presiona
Y los labios
Recopilación de gotea.
Hay caderas
Intrusos a la piel
Y los pétalos fragantes --
Húmedo con amor a través de usted.
La noche se nos mendicidad
En angustiados gritos --
En suspiros y respiraciones y lenguas
Y los senos.
Estoy estirado --
Por lo tanto juguetón con su rigidez
Y mi boca, está lleno de ti.
© Deborah Gordon 2008
(‘There are violets’)
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Wow Debs
This is beautiful very sensuous and romantic feel to it, you have excelled yourself while you have been away my friend a brilliant write hugs from Willow
Hey Willow :.)
So lovely to hear from you again. Thanks heaps for the comments, it was an unexpected pleasure!
Its true, travelling always seems to inspire us and i think it gives us a new perspective on things.
I checked your blog by the way>where have all your wonderful poems gone?
I hope you'll be back.
DEbs x
Hi Debs
I was waiting for you to come back nice to see you in top form as usual hugs from Willow
Romantic
Debs, I love the way you speak of loving in this poem. Your words are beautifully spoken...makes it all seem more romantic.
Linda
Hey Linda Linda!
Many thanks 2 you. x
so romantic Debs!
bellas palabras, que van a través de los sentidos...
claire
Muchas gracias!
Gran oír de usted una vez más, y he disfrutado de la redacción de este sensual pieza.
Love to you,
Debs