domingo, 27 de fevereiro de 2011

Wild Flower

You came
Like a warm summer wind,
Swirling around my body,
Touching gently
The surface of my skin,
Playing along with
All my senses
And arousing desires,
Like a naughty fiend,
Emerging free
From inside my soul.
Sweet scented
-Rare-
And wild Flower,
Full of beauty and
Filled with tricky dangers,
Bring me emotions
Never experienced,
Carry me through
Unknown pathways,
To the land
Of the “never tasted”
Sweet delights.
Daze sensation
Of untamed consciousness,
Run through my veins,
Like a welcome poison,
Ready to take me
To frenzied adventures,
Surfing my way
Down the luscious waves
Of the deep and blue ocean.
Your nearly virgin pale skin,
Resembles a smooth petal
-A blank page-,
Where I dare to write
Passionate verses
Of infatuation,
With the tender -but firm-
Touch of my fingertips,
Plucking out
Amusing -and uncontrolled -
Vibrations,
When I whisper
Lovely and true wishes,
-Making you blush,
Like a pubescent angel-
And feeling special
For being the one
Who makes you feel
Extraordinarily unique.

3 comentários:

  1. Dedicated to the Wild Flower - rare and unique...


    (Vou publicar uma versão em português deste poema. Não vai ser uma tradução literal, mas uma versão...)

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  2. Hum... I loved both versions... Sweet and... Desireble? So good!

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  3. My "always-teenage" heart refuses to be still... and welcomes passion all the time. Thanks again, Samila, for the support...

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