Mind’s Open Book

My life’s an open book, 

just reaching out to be read, 

walking past it, flips the pages, 

to my mind’s opened lair.

Impossible, to consume a few words, to summarize it’s depth, 

as histories active roles, take lead, step by step.

Calling out to the open mind, 

to inhale its ambrosia. 

An aphrodisiac bouqueted fragrance, that reaches out and holds you. 

No displays of fabled lies, 

but truths sweetest chocolate essence, captured in a sunset’s eyes. The ambiance is set, to read by  candle light. 

Offering aromatherapy’s assistance  toward the minds’ flight.

To, not just be read in silence, 

but whisper word for word. 

No absence of nostalgia, 

for it arouses you to splurge. 

As sultry lips mumble words, 

that completely come alive. 

Triggering, all desires, 

the body has inside.

Word’s strike each nerve, 

to it’s fulfilling ending.

Becoming an addictive tool, 

in which you come to depend in.

So mesmerizing, when you lay it down, 

it inadvertently, calls out to you.

Seductively, opening wide, 

allowing, a peek or two.

Before long comes satisfaction’s  grin, 

by all its winding skills.

As lines captivate

making your mind and body, 

wear chills.

You go on to the next chapter, 

as time’s keeper, is no longer expertise. 

Holding on to every word, 

as it brings you to your knees. 

It grips you abruptly, 

realizing your mind can’t be released.

For I write of quality, 

for the mind‘s pleasure, 

and willingly, I aim to please.

Poetry By,Tamara Moore

Thinker on the loose

Poetry of emotion~

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