And yet– nothing is real. I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes… Continue Reading “Touch”
She sways with a delicate dancers grace balanced between truth and bright dreams In vain, she searches for his shadowed face.
Bewitch me with tantalizing thoughts Fill my lonesome heart with fantasy faceless phantom lover, tie me in knots and leave me aching in blissful agony.
The Wizard -Linda Lee Lyberg The wizard weaves his magic spell Enlightening all who will harken Chanting words, ringing Merlin’s bell Reverberating skies begin to darken
The Forest -Linda Lee Lyberg When the ebony night falls Deep in the hidden forest The trees come alive and dance To the cricket’s lulling chorus.
Illusion & Reality -Linda Lee Lyberg Illusion Magical, Artistic Creating, divining, dreaming