Cool Thread! Thanks for the opportunity to share...
Intimate words from my scribbled pocket books...

Torn

When in night she shines bright as the morn,
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
My cool winds surround where her body is warm

Intangible being that lies with your form,
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To raise from within cravings yet to be born

From below you the tangles I have parted and shorn
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To be nearer to flesh and never forewarn

Through rooms that are locked, free spirits to soar
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To lurk among briars of desire forlorn

And find upon my head if unscorned
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn
The crown of your secret gently adorned

Flawed, scarred, tasseled ...and torn.

Would love to get opinions on my sensual work with words. Anyone interested in romantic/sensual creative writing and poetry inspired by desire and artistic description?

High light

Something about the way the light just touched your face
In this room of windows
The two of us.

Present tense
Silently sitting
Casting anxious nets at the open hours so fleeting
Individual leisure during the daylight?
Unheard of.

Cloth and needle
Pencil and scratch

When some fractal of sun came seeking you
To think like I do
To see itself through the filter of you
Like some visible radar from heaven
To be closer to what only I know
To speak to me
Like a beacon of angelic light
To show you in some semblance of productive peace
To give you over to my imagination
Like I needed any help.

This is very astute. Some people dont exude love. Some tend to take rather than to give. Finding people who build you up, encourage and inspire you, that is our quest. Cheers to you and to friendships of great meaning as well as casual benevolence. :)

Morning at the water

Mist rose from the river this morning. The sun's rising cast the early light. In the cool of the raveen, some apparition illuminates, lingering and still. As stumbling upon deer, cautiously frozen, awaiting my next move. It loomed above the moving mirrored surface. Silently hovering. The constant rush over rocky river bed below fills all the space in my ears. The damp air smells of wood and earth, hints of cedar. It strikes some soothing chord within me. I close eyes and breathe the verdant essence of lush loam and lichen. The sounds of life force rushing its watery path. No ranger am I, but I feel inside that part of me has been here through my eternity. Like some ancient spirit of the forest that forgot its home. My fingers push through the moss and feel it's sponge. My feet through the grass and gravel, sand between my toes. No street can give me, no buildings strike awe, no home or garden holds the wonder, of the trails I've followed along.

@lostintrees ... please message me to review more...

@alizajalebiiiiii hey thank you so much!
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@alizajalebiiiiii hey thank you so much!
🙏

Morning at the water

Mist rose from the river this morning. The sun's rising cast the early light. In the cool of the raveen, some apparition illuminates, lingering and still. As stumbling upon deer, cautiously frozen, awaiting my next move. It loomed above the moving mirrored surface. Silently hovering. The constant rush over rocky river bed below fills all the space in my ears. The damp air smells of wood and earth, hints of cedar. It strikes some soothing chord within me. I close eyes and breathe the verdant essence of lush loam and lichen. The sounds of life force rushing its watery path. No ranger am I, but I feel inside that part of me has been here through my eternity. Like some ancient spirit of the forest that forgot its home. My fingers push through the moss and feel it's sponge. My feet through the grass and gravel, sand between my toes. No street can give me, no buildings strike awe, no home or garden holds the wonder, of the trails I've followed along.

Cool Thread! Thanks for the opportunity to share...
Intimate words from my scribbled pocket books...

Torn

When in night she shines bright as the morn,
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
My cool winds surround where her body is warm

Intangible being that lies with your form,
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To raise from within cravings yet to be born

From below you the tangles I have parted and shorn
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To be nearer to flesh and never forewarn

Through rooms that are locked, free spirits to soar
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn.
To lurk among briars of desire forlorn

And find upon my head if unscorned
Flawed, scarred, tasseled and torn
The crown of your secret gently adorned

Flawed, scarred, tasseled ...and torn.

This is very astute. Some people dont exude love. Some tend to take rather than to give. Finding people who build you up, encourage and inspire you, that is our quest. Cheers to you and to friendships of great meaning as well as casual benevolence. :)

@lostintrees ... please message me to review more...

Would love to get opinions on my sensual work with words. Anyone interested in romantic/sensual creative writing and poetry inspired by desire and artistic description?

High light

Something about the way the light just touched your face
In this room of windows
The two of us.

Present tense
Silently sitting
Casting anxious nets at the open hours so fleeting
Individual leisure during the daylight?
Unheard of.

Cloth and needle
Pencil and scratch

When some fractal of sun came seeking you
To think like I do
To see itself through the filter of you
Like some visible radar from heaven
To be closer to what only I know
To speak to me
Like a beacon of angelic light
To show you in some semblance of productive peace
To give you over to my imagination
Like I needed any help.