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Romance is in the air here on Valentine’s weekend so you are in for a special treat.

This is a poem I wrote a few years back but I still enjoy reading it today.  I hope you will too.

Pieces of Dreamstuff

Pondering events of the dying day
A long slow breath is drawn
Separate spirit from body
Glancing down at myself as I sleep
Then in the flash of a diamond,
Enter the reality of my secret thoughts

~
Float into a grand star-lit ballroom
Where intricate patterns of gold-leaf woodworking
Swirl around me as I dance with pure joy
Long flowing hair tickles my bare shoulders
When out of the shadows you appear

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Feel your arms encircle my waist
Pull me into the spiraling dance
A euphony of delights you whisper in my ear
As your warm moist lips move to my throat,
Anticipate the pain of tearing flesh
But you do not hurt me  

~

Your kisses are soft and sweet like summer raindrops
As your powerful grip tightens,
My breath catches in my throat
And we are standing in a thundercloud
Dark as your hair . . .

~

Energy whips through me with lightning’s pace
Wet heat spreads from the center of my being
Drenching rain could not extinguish this molten steel -
A druid-passion borne of animals, raised by woman
Suppression as futile as squelching a pounding heart ~
You know by instinct that I cannot resist you
Your embrace fills me with this steaming ache
Surging electricity from your touch flows down
Where I lay open beneath your shadow
As a hurricane of fantasies flash before my eyes. . .~

© Therese Haberman 

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