Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The slow beat, beat, beat of your heart gives me a thrill as it begins to race, picks up the pace, what a wicked chill to feel the power of your embrace
While my soul conspires to consume your delicious taste upon my thirsty lips as your ocean crests and dips, slips into the abyss, sealing our fates
….Forever.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Art: Wikimedia Commons
lovely and passionate, delicious embrace.
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Thank you Hélène!
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Tender passions!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Nice! And really goes with the painting.
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Thank you kindly.
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I appreciate the rise and fall, and the pace in the rhythm of your poem, as well as the images you evoked.
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Thank you so much!
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that heartbeat against ours gives all sorts of wicked chills, cleverly done Linda, a little playfulness too, i like it
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Thanks Gina!
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Yup, that sounds like sealed fates.
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Lol. Indeed. Thank you Drew.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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