Vessel
Posted on March 17, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
11 Comments
Fill my bared vessel with your fresh wine
with reverence, I moan please, please me
delight me with this gift from the divine
for you’ve found my passionate love key.
As you open all the portals to my desire
I rise and fall with throbbing tremors
My soul in a whirl soaring ever higher
no beginning and no end to remember.
For never have I felt such intense feelings
Please let me drink of your essence, my love
My promise- to leave you spent with head reeling
Soaring with you to worlds seldom dreamed of.
Now this is pretty awesome – digging deep into the essence of what we often forget we have the ability to feel. If we’d just let us….
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Yes, if… a tiny but huge two letter word. Thank you.
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Damn Linda! I love this side of you! ☺❤
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Thank you Walt. The Big Viking is somewhat confused! 😳lol 😂💛
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I’ve never seen you use a pic like that to highlight a poem. It works!
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Thank you. I wanted it to be tasteful, yet sensual. Was that achieved? 😊
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Let me think… Oh yeah!
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😁
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Excellent 👏👏👏👏👏
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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