Cartouche

by FTS Miles   Jan 4, 2005


The desert sands sculpt her
Passion throes with languor
Vivid in the soft slow arcs
And moans of wind and breath
And spine tingling softly from
Fingers of knowing hands and
Watchful eye, bringing her
To ardent quest completion by this
Ancient pool so memorable.
Wordless licks of tongue and lips
Connote her gratitude as lashes
Lower to shocked and satiated sigh.
While fleeting, her writhing curves
Have now ground her own cartouche
Upon these sacred sands.
This is my loving gift to her
For returning this place to me.

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  • 12 years ago

    by sarah jenkins

    I really enjoyed this poem, its very created, and expresses alot of feeling, its very well written, and i personally really like it! but i was wondering if maybe you could comment and or vote on my new poem called "White Silk Dress" if its not too much trouble! Thanks, sarah jenkins!

  • 12 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Wow, incredibly beautiful. Absolutly lovely, the imagery was so emotionally filling and the symbols that you used to describe the figure were incredibly romantic and spell binding. I was entranced, truly. Absolutly excellent job