Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath

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  • theladyz
  • The hand of time lays heavy on heart today...

Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath

Flow river though you take my very breath
beneath your waves in silence I submit
and roll and float, no need to surface now
the blood within me surging to your crest

Flow River with your pungent scent of life
and death rolled into one dynamic boil
Your frigid waters stained with captive lust
excite the fire that burns within my breast.

Entranced I stood before you filled with fear
when passion with it's fiery fingers waved
a twisted vast kaleidoscope of need
my only quest the darkness of your strength.

Flow river, bend me, break me as you will
for this one chance to quench a thirst so rare
I disavow the life that held me still
to ride the rivers depths and breadth and length.

And now we roll as one, your lust and mine
entwined in one force greater than our own
flow river let us tango for the stars
in loves impassioned kiss forever more.

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fathi1943 commented on Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath

08-14-2009

Moving, sentimental and with excellent choice of words and rhyme meter. Absolutely feminine.

theladyz

11/04/2009

Thank you for your kind words. After reading your works I am amazed at your mastery of the English language, as I know it was not your mother tongue. How I would love to read and understand what you write there. It must be like ripe summer plums!

Paleidia commented on Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath

06-30-2009

Deep, moving and oh so beautiful! I love your passion!

HarverTomsson commented on Flow River Though You Take Away My Breath

06-11-2009

An amazing introspection of secret desires and forbidden impulses. The choice for abandonment is frought with anxiety and yet filled with hope. This is the raw primal thirst for sexual fulfillment that leads many to highly risky decisions that for some prove ultimatley fatal. This is gaming with life at the highest imaginable stakes. Would it do any good to say, "Fold," instead of playing out your hand?

theladyz

06/18/2009

That "hand" has long since been dealt, and played and "lost" and played again. I have a masochistic gift for playing with fire and have been resurrected from the ashes more than once. Addicted to the free fall I am blessed to always forget how the movie ends.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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