You are perplexing,

when my eyes close you are still there

embedded behind my lids.

I pretend to understand you but

I have yet to unravel the enigma

slyly slipping through me.

Your soft growl calls out my emotions,

holds me tender with soft pads or still with

the fierce clamp of jaws at my throat.

What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis,

those flickers of intimacy I’ve pulled like roots of teeth.

Every instinct urges flee but with your breath on my face

it is always too late.

One thing I know for sure,

you are skilled at breaking and entering.



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    1. Bis heute läuft alles super. Ich hoffe, Sie haben eine schöne Woche. Ich nehme an, Sie haben typisches Herbstwetter. Bisher ist Sie nicht in meinem Teil der Welt angekommen


  1. A poem of gracious romantic beauty about ultimate beauty from a romantic. Thank you Holly! ❦❦❦😘
    Now, I return to work!
    PS: You are a Renaissance Woman!

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          1. You are just a kid! (That explains the gorgeous eyes). Enjoy it my dear. And I’m glad he’s not too far. Kids tend to drift away at that age. A normal occurrence of course. I remember when our eldest daughter took a flat with friends to be near Med school, we forbade her to put a washing machine so she had to come back home on week-ends… 😉

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          2. Lol! Believe me my son brings home bags of laundry with him. 🌺speaking of eyes you do know there’s a full size pic of yours truly at the bottom of my blog right? A lot of people never notice that. Have a lovely!!

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