...and so, beneath the bashful moon,
her body undulated incessantly
to the ripples of the midnight breeze...
each breath that travelled the
ravenous ravine of tantalising lips,
passed beyond, graciously giving
life to the rise and fall of breasts
that were perfectly silhouetted
against the obsidian sky
silver slithers of light disclosed copper hair
that snaked about the curve of her buttocks,
draping the flat of her stomach demurely
but it was pools of icy blue
fixating on me that I drowned in,
revealed by a cruel moment of conviction
by the underhanded moon
This temptress that you have built with words seems so true, she gives me the chills. All that external beauty that which drew the poet to her only to entrap him - never to be able to leave.....
I wish the poets true love could thaw her vicious heart, and his touching words would bring warmth into her icy blue eyes.......
I wish you would write about the strength of love which even saved the doomed.
I could see this temptress in my mind, you painted her so vividly. Lovely alliteration within the sentences as well, well done you :0)
About the message: we all need to have those unreachable, larger-than-life people in our lives to make us feel life is worth living. Sometimes leaving someone without actually getting to know them is best, as then the dream won't be destroyed. We are all flawed, even the most 'beautiful' creatures on this earth, maybe they are even worse than the 'average' people, because it takes strong shoulders to be above average in beauty, talent, IQ, or whatever it is you can excel in. As I have found out,' succes' corrupts most of the times.
To have such a heroin in your fantasy is nice, though *winks*