How sweet is the tasting
when the fruit is forbidden,
when the nectar is heady
running thick through the veins;
How powerful the kiss
of lips so gentle,
like the soft subtle flicker
of butterfly wings;
Oh, how this yearning
consumes like fire,
beginning as ember...
bursting into flame;
Oh, how you quench
this thirst deep inside me;
It all begins
when you whisper my name.
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great poem!
THANKS OR SHARING YOUR POEM..
Cheryl this is another wonderful poem! You speak the language of the heart so clearly!
Great poem Cheryl!
The first two stanza seem to drip melancholy, but then the third stanza gives a taste of the inner warmth of a bright guiding light and your last line is a lovely confirmation of shared love.
Forbidden fruit is the stuff of life
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Beautiful and echoes my feelings. Thank you for posting to our group. I love this, Cheryl. Your poem is now featured.
makes me wanna go to the store and buy some peaches
DAMN, woman.
if i'd only suspected, i'd've dropped in sooner.
Please drop by anytime, Thomas...:)
Ah huh, another Cheryl classic to stir the soul.
Good stuff
Very sensual and teasing.
Are not they happy?
Funny, the poem I just posted yesterday discusses the whispering of my name.......we are running on poetic parallels! :)
Yes, it seems that we are...:) I've been noticing a lot of very sensuous poems of late here on Gather. Something must be in the air!...lol
loved it, thanks for sharing
Excellent! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
The sound of your name on the lips of the one you desire above all is the most alluring sound in the world. EXCELLENT write my friend!!
Ah, so passionate and amazing!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Emotional, sensual, beautiful
What a good poem. You get emotions flowing. Sensual.....
Myke
Very nice poem!
Shoulda' written songs for the Cowboy Junkies.... Yipes! (That's a compliment, btw) ;-)
sweet longing