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Undressing Our Longing

Undressing all our longing
laid down where we would be
In a cottage made of stone
Between the mountains and the sea.
Love spilled soft between us
Like the whispers of the stream
That gurgle their soothing sound
Like the anthem’s of our dream.

We lay still, barely touching
Our Pinky fingers entwined
And giggled at the chemistry
That confirmed that love was blind.
We closed our eyes and leaned ,
Till kisses lip to lip were met
Savored each precious morsel
Like a memory we could not forget .

You caressed my skin so softly
My thoughts through your body ran
and Silence dropped its veil of silk
before the rhythms beat began
To answer all the questions
That that leap of faith can do
In a lover’s cradle that gently rocks
to make the sweetest dreams come true.
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Comments

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    inspired application of the word anthem T in a lovely tender poem with some well crafted lines – that doing can only do – i like the use of rhyme here, simple but effective. finishes up well. Glad your muse has been visiting you, another gem here.

  • Thanks a few more edits since your last visit

    – timbuckley

  • JaneRoberts
    JaneRobertsover 1 year ago

    Wow Tim, in my imagination these two are teens in love. Wonderful. x

  • well it came from an imagined encounter and like all writing you start with a line and never quite know where it will end up a few edits since your last vist thanks jane

    – timbuckley

  • sandra .
    sandra .over 1 year ago

    Love in rhyme…a joy, Tim
    Sandra x

  • Much thanks

    – timbuckley

  • Catherine Berger
    Catherine Bergerover 1 year ago

    lovely write – be happy

  • happy whats that lol its only writing

    – timbuckley

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    yeahhh. even better. i really liked that first end -cradling the thought of you – this encompasses it fuller. I like that you hit that mark of beautiful/sensual/romantic/tastful poetry with a flavor of erotic that is never too much. Good one. not wild about the word creaking though. . . wonder if there’s a softer word . . .

  • well I am never happy so more changes with your advice taken on board thank you

    – timbuckley

  • TheCandle
    TheCandleover 1 year ago

    Wonderfully romantic Tim. Flows very smoothly and true.

    Ernie

  • Much appreciated

    – timbuckley

  • SteveD49
    SteveD49over 1 year ago

    Reminds me much of a couple loves I encountered when love was what I sought — Annalisa having since met up with God. Awesome read here, Tim. Thank you.

  • Your a man Steve you dont seek love it find you when you least expect

    – timbuckley

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    it’s very interesting to observe the generations of refinement you have made and i like it. lower case S for Silence? cheers.

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderover 1 year ago

    Great poem tim….such a wonderful rhythmic flow…as good as it gets man.,.,

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago

    Well this is just one that’s going in my bedtime story book! It read like I envisioned it would with me hiding under the bed in my chamber sneaking a moment before slumber. You painted such a vivid picture I had to read it twice. Not joking at all. It really is well do and I almost hate it because the flow didn’t not allow me to stay within the story long enough. Can we have some more please:)

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