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The excitement is mutual,
the passion contagious.
The play of his reckless hands,
the bite on my lips.
The smell of his breath,
the kiss on my feet.
The tingling down into his toes,
the long black hair on my shivering spine.
Is this desire from his longing, or
the allure I imagine in myself?
Smiles with the mirror in the morning,
will make up for my vanity.
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“I’m with a man who’s evolved enough to look at my body and see it as more beautiful because of the journey it has taken.” ~ Unknown
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
Poetry
Human life without some form of poetry is not human life but animal existence. ~ Randall Jarrell
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Isn’t vanity so blissful and erotic; without it reciprocity would be obsolete and desire void.
Nice piece.
lovely, sweet sounding and fluent ; well done
well said, Rachana
Ever so true!
Hola. Hey i wanted to come by and thank you for commenting on my blog, very sweet of you. Plus i throw down my hat to you, this piece is beautifully written. Very nice work.
Thank you all for your valuable opinions.. ! I am glad you enjoyed the piece.. Appreciate every click like it is a treasure..
Rachana.
Beautiful piece. Very, very beautiful. Keep it up! :)
timeless piece!
keep writing poetry.
already, thanks a ton.
Major oops on my part, sorry for the early entry Jingle! I hope I haven’t confused you with my comments :) I will be checking the Potluck Website tonight! Thanks!
I love this poem, and the quote is perfect! Nicely done.
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/10/24/romance/
Thanks Teresa for taking time to read my piece! Appreciate that :)
Beautiful words laid out for the invited soul…
Thanks, I am grateful for your feedback!
…“I’m with a man who’s evolved enough to look at my body and see it as more beautiful, because of the journey it has taken and what it has created, He genuinely sees it that way. So I truly feel sexier.”…
…Good for you…It’s definitely a blessing to find someone of this caliber…That’s a nice piece of poetry you posted as well.
Thanks, I also feel a little lucky today because of your visit! Good day!
:)
wow… what a dreamy one Rachana..!! This is the 1st poem I picked (looking at your name) and it has set the mood for sure.. with winters approaching- Love’s really in the air.. :)
I like the New Template- spacious.. Heart couldn’t be confided into a smaller space.. hehe
Loads of Love- xxx
http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/10/22/for-you-my-him/
Thanks Olivia, ahem, so you liked the poem?! Good!! ;) I am sure you did, ha ha.. And most importantly, thanks for letting me know how you feel about my new site layout.. I am breaking my head wondering if my visitors like it or not.. :)) Thanks for your time!!!
And loads of love to you too.. :D
Rachana.
The poem is a lovely cascade – like a waterfall – down to the end point. Beautifully and truely written, Rachana. The quote is priceless.
Thanks for a wonderful post. Happy potluck …
Thanks and same to you Jamie! I am happy that you liked the style of the poem.. Thanks for the feedback, as always it is priceless..!!
The quote was written by a wonderful mom in a mommy forum that I was part of long time back.. I saved it, but never managed to save the name of the person that said it.. !! Needless to say, I love the way she embraces the love of her partner with those words…. I just love it!!
Amazing post! Well done!
Your vanity.. Hmm!
Thank you :), maybe, this is not just my own vanity..?? ;)
Thanks!!
Enjoyed it and the fact that you have the Mona Lisa there with her mysterious smile tops it off.
Thanks for your visit and your feedback.. I am glad you enjoyed it! In reality, for the longest time I was confused as to what would be a nice visual for the poem :))
But, it is nice to know now, that the picture fits.. ! Thanks much.
Nice dish for the Potluck.
Thanks for visiting and glad you enjoyed the dish :D Will be over later today to check out some of your ‘recipes’!! Thanks :)
Great piece.
Many thanks for your visit :)
Killer last line. Crucial… much enjoyed.
Warmest Salad
Luke x
(mine are here –
To Ashes: http://wp.me/pTeVg-ca
Let Me: http://wp.me/pTeVg-bW
Indigenous: http://wp.me/pTeVg-bK
Thanks for the review Luke! I see that there are a lot of similarities in how we write, ‘killer last line’, that is my writing style too :)) Ahhhh, but of course, my Indian roots and influences of English Lit!!
Will be over at yours shortly! Thanks
This is a very lovely poem…
Love and Romance…portrayed so well…i love it.. :)
Thanks for visiting Sumit, appreciate your feedback! I am glad you love it :)
beautiful poem, Heart! :) lovely read.. vanity can be erotically blissful too :D
mine is here:
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/10/25/insatiable/
Thanks for the compliment Leo, your version definitely has lot more action ;)
Thanks for dropping by!