Women in Desire
In the silence steps night, slipping
silently by.
It's dark eyes hold safety, hold fear.
The chill grips my soul, my very bones.
But to lie beneath it's cloaking powers, wrapped
up like a newborn babe.
Surround myself with it's dulling cold.
Close my eyes nothing more to behold.
Yet, eyes closed the darkness still remains.
Surrouning me, holding me, calling me.
From the darkness comes dreams.
Dreams frightening, dreams erotic, dreams
beautiful.
Dreams with screams, tears, laughter, a false
reality, or perhaps a second part of life.
Here we set our souls and minds free, in the
cover of darkness.
Free to do what we dare not in the cruel light.
The light where fingers point, shaking their
breathless judgments.
And in dreams, there's no mind stagnation,
nothing brings great devastation.
Here I sing and dance spirit free, flying
euphoric above the world.
I can find pleasures forsaken, face fears,
frightened and shaken, able to press on.
The darkness calls, sleep on, sleep on, sleep
on...
Still daylight is soon here, her warmth, but a
tease.
Bask in her light too long, burned and chaffed.
Reality makes us as a child placed in a tidy
playpen.
Society says play but only where and how I say.
Dream, but not in the daylight, stay within your
boundaries.
Desire, but remember you must answer to her, the
rule maker.
To stay in her light, feels as if I will wither
and die.
Stay in darkness, and the world will pass me by.
Oh, TO LIVE TO DIE.
Without living , is to be without love, without
passion...
Never to here the child's laughter.
What is LIFE?
Oh, let me run through the lush green forest in
gauzy dresses and hair let down.
Feel the wind caress my body, and cool dew, cling
to my skin.
And run the beach with my toes pressing in the
sun drenched sand.
Let me fall upon the sweet green earth, and look
upon the crystal skies.
Let me stand naked in the dark of night...
Let me sing with you late at night...
Let the night air's gentle fingers play in my
hair, and cool my skin...
Only to make me laugh out loud with pleasure as a
child.
Let me make love so soulfully and complete, let
me please and let me love.
Let me be loved and know pleasure...
Let me breath in the smell of passion kissed
flesh and taste it's salt upon my lips.
Let me be ALIVE! |
Dedicated to The Guys( The Bee
Gees),
Thank you for make me feel so wild!
Clarice
Marie
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