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An Intoxicating Woman

The rapture imparted
By your tender smile
And blue inviting eyes
Is astonishing and consuming!
What man could kiss your mouth
And not be lost for eternity
With love for you?
What man who ever felt
Your warm breath upon his chest
Could do anything less
Than breathe heavy sighs thereafter
Whenever you escaped his sight?

I haven’t desired you for an afternoon,
I want more than a rendezvous
In an hotel room,
More than slowly removing your skirt
One time as excitedly and nervously
As a child on his first day at school:
I want to kiss the nape of your neck
For a never-ending mystical epoch,
I want to hold your breasts
Like a saint cleansing his soul
Touching holy water!

You think I speak insanely
Like a drunkard inflamed with wine!
You laugh like I’ll forget these words
Tomorrow when I’m sober!
As long as you walk in this world
As an intoxicating woman
With movements so elegantly graceful
As to enslave the attention
Of both men and women,
I’ll never be sober!
I’ll always be a raving madman
Falling at your feet
In fits of desperate infatuation!

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Comments (8)

I'm under the impression of your remarkable style of writing. Your talent is undeniable. Keep inspiring us with your exceptional work
i swear, if anyone ever read this poem to me, i would faint. it's that romantic. it's like a cross between the sweetest ambrosia and the most fiery spice...i'm almost completely speechless (and i usually always have something to say) . so i close: damn, damn, DAMN this is GOOD. eni da kid
Ok.....strawberry wine again? Lovely sentiment and such romantic words - how could anyone refuse such sweet nectar? You do write a passionate plea, Uriah. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and also in his soul. Linda
This brought a shiver to my spine. I'm just familiarising myself with my work and it is clear to me you are one of the most romantic souls and talented wordsmiths on this site. Another stunner of a piece, Uriah. t x
WOOOOOO! ! ! Love without passion is pretty dead... Uriah, even when you are cold in the grave, you will still be full of fiery emotion! (Cherish the beloved, but dispense with the pedestal - my two cents.) The second stanza, esp. the second half, is magic.
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