Hidden Desire

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I originally wrote this poem on 2/7/1995, after I had been given a vision after my prayer time & before I met my husband. I wrote it under my birth name of Kandice D. Shippy & the more I read this poem, the more I realize that God himself, has been ever present in my life. I believe in messages that we are given in dreams as well as the many things that we do not clearly see & this poem revealed to me the truth about what it was God wanted for me.

Hidden Desire

Hidden Desire
Written By:
Kylene Monroe VeraCovarrubias

As the music begins to play, I slowly close my eyes to capture the image that the music has laid gently before me.

Drums pound out a rhythm, one that is heavy and strong; all the while, my heart beats with anticipation of the unknown.

I feel a warm breeze as it rushes over me and I hear the rattles of a snake, as my imagination scurries towards a vision I now behold.

Fiercely, the drums beat as an explosion of danger envelopes me and pierce my soul; I begin to realize that I am no longer alone.

My screams become silent as this shadow overpowers me and something tells my heart, to be still and that I should know him.

Suddenly, as the danger mounts, I find myself struggling to find freedom while his grip does nothing but tighten around me.

He pulls me hard into the prison of his body as he threatens to claim what it is that I am fighting so desperately to retain.

His touch possesses me as my mind battles to reclaim his identity, leaving my body at his mercy as he tried to reassure me.

I collapse under the intrigue of the moment and fall into a state of daydreaming, all the while; I can feel his skin touching mine.

I wake to find this image again watching over me as if I am his alone; I can only make out his eyes as I feel his love inside of me.

He lifts me up and gently lies me on to a bed of fire, my body unscathed as he reveals his desire for me; I feel myself letting go.

He slowly devours me without as much as a scratch to my skin and though I feel weak, I know not a drop of my blood did he spill.

I warm to his hands as he caresses me and he takes hold of my breasts and tenderly teases me towards a feeling of deep ecstasy.

I know he can feel my body tremble beneath him as he throws himself into the heart of my very being and show me erotica like I’ve never known.

He moves his body in and out of mine in ways I’ve always desired as man to do and I begin to wonder, how does he know just what to do?

Who is this man who has invaded my dreams and who now touches my heart and soul as if they were destined to belong only to him?

The drums are beating their rhythm and his image appears before me with his hand reaching for mine; do I give in and go to him?

I delay no longer and extend my hand to his and trust all that I feel deep within, never to question his love for me again

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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