A THOUSAND BEAUTIFUL THINGS



Lovely words woven out if sugarcane and honey



I fish slowly from your sweet lips and tender eyes



as I unzip my silent night whispering your name



when my mind wanders among the butterflies.





I will never find words to explain this delicate feeling



the moon hides as we melt together in eternal sighs.



Savouring magical words of passion, lust sends us on



a journey towards sacred pleasure and divine delights.





A thousand beautiful things we harvest together



As we kiss the sun and ride languid Venus and Mars.



You shower me with your love and I forget myself



in your hands of myrtle, in your sheets of satin stars.





Karla Bardanza







1 comment:

  1. I felt as if I were in the heavens
    of Bliss, on a cloud of heather...
    suspended in time... raptured in new heights unknown. This is your mark, this poem is your quasar.
    EXALT!

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