Sleeping was her heart,
from the good and bad its known,
sheltered in it’s exhaustion, bearing the sign “temporarily closed”.
She mentally dreamt, to physically be present, in the roll call seated,
by the sensual voice that whispered nightly, her name discreetly.
Visualizing to be aligned to his soulful beat, searching the sky for a previously starred wish, that’d grant her this victorious treat.
To ignore this quest would only punish her agonizingly worst.
As depth defying, as never a chance of drink, to quench an unbearable thirst.
Holding it all in, denying it’s
full lust.
Like no one knowing your serenest place, and being carried away there forever, by a wind’s powerful gust.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved for purposes intended.
Another amazing poem :O , wish I could do it like that every time.
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I humbly flattered, Thanks so much Srdjan! I’m sure you do, I enjoy your poetry 🙂
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Thanks, but I am quite slow those days 😦
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Oh I’ve had tons of slow days, just find that 1thing you enjoy. That excites you, to make you smiles, fills your heart and run with it! Person, pet, workout, sunshine, sex, food, etc ♡
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Thanks for the advice, I shall try it out now, see how it goes 😀
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Great! You’re most welcome 🙂
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This is awesome Tamara!
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So are you, 🙂 Thanks very much ❤
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Awe 😊
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🙂
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