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Archive for February 5th, 2007

Each night he comes to me in different forms
Is he real, a dream, a fantasy, am I delirious
He says I know him, what is your name
No answer, silence, dark, brooding, mysterious

Is he good for me, does he mean me harm
Neither my rambling mind nor fevered body can discern
His breath warm, words honeyed, embrace pleasing
Silken, delicate like the brush of a sweet nocturne

When he lays his hands upon my skin each nerve cell screams
If it’s pure reverie, then how come this trance so vivid
In ecstasy he dines on me as a gourmet meal
He declares fit for royalty, consumes my flesh, devours my spirit

Yesterday he was distant, withdrawn remote in a faraway place
Today, he is dominant, strong, powerful holding me safe
And tomorrow who will he be; what shall I be to him and he to me
I may never know or ever learn, eternally he is my mystery

copyright 2007 ann raven


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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