Remembering the passion we shared so boundless.
How the kiss of your lips left me breathless.
The way you read every need, wordless.
Orgasms that left me floating, weightless.
Encounters that made me emboldened, fearless.
Memory is eternal, ageless.
Recalling this fantasy was real,© REDCAT
fulfilling many a need.
Restores in my heart,
though the truth can be tart.
Faith that even a lonely heart, homeless,
will one day fine love, hopefulness.
18th December 2020
Right now I’m working on a poem set to music, I had hoped it would be done tonight,
but apparently not so. So instead I’ll treat you to this re-post from last year.
Written for the dVerse ~ Tuesday Poetics: Less is More, more or less.
” The suffix ‘less’ has both negative and positive connotations and even neutral ones. The challenge is to choose one or more from the list of words BELOW and include it/them in the body and/or title of your poem. If possible, add a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!”
ageless ~ boundless ~ breathless ~ careless ~ cloudless ~ colourless ~ faceless ~ fearless ~ feckless ~ flawless ~ formless ~ harmless ~ heedless ~ helpless ~ homeless ~ listless ~ needless ~ restless ~ rootless ~ senseless ~ tasteless ~ weightless ~ windowless ~ wordless
Since I was all serious about advent yesterday, I decided to have some fun with this one. Which apparently meant my naughty side came out… ;-)