I fix my eyes
on the white silky curtain
smoothly moved
by that gentle breeze.
After you’ve come
to your climax
and me to mine.
Two naked bodies and minds
relaxed in bare thinking.
Soothing sighs.
Lying your head on my chest
After that love we’ve made.
Fingertips so softly
caressing my skin…
Goose pimples.
Stroking your fine hair.
Your sweet eyes 
have observed me
With all the love
A man is able to.
Your tender lips
Slowly kissing me all over.
Your melodious voice
Praising my sensuality.
We do not need to rush to it.
It’s already here,
It's been all the time.
The gentle breeze keeps
blowing the white curtain.
A shooting star-
I’ve woken up.
© Dulce R.
10 comments:
Beautiful, sensuous poem - but it was a dream! Still a beautiful dream. :)
i love the image of a white curtain, blowing in the breeze...
Yeah...the curtain. The curtain? What curtain? --grin!
Dulce, your dreams leave NOTHING to be imagined, I believe they almost surpass imagination--except that is where many dreams begin.
Keep writing, please.
Steve is right, you make such poetry with your imagination that everyone's minds are blanc.
Lovely poem. But one wonders was it a dream or did the love making awaken something in her?
Lovely! Oh, so romantic!
Beautiful ain't it? And clear as life itself- lately only in films I've seen it...
Dr John,
it 's life itself, how love some time has been experienced... and should be experienced again soon, for it's been too long since I remember something quite similar (never as perfect) ever happened to me.
Sweet Hug to you all.
Thanks for your
lovely comments
Damn! Shadow stole my comment. I too, loved the window and breeze. A perfect ending to a lovely time. You describe it so well. Yum! ~rick
Wow..the ultimate love making...a very romantic love session..how can I discribe this lovely moment that you have in your poem...keep up the good work! I love the paintings!
Very sensual and very lovely, Dulce.
and yes, the image says it all...love the breeze...
~Calli
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