Crushed Lilacs

Hello all, today I am sharing a poem I wrote in my young adulthood. I hope you enjoy even though it is very simple and unrefined ♥

walking lightly
through a field of dreams
breeze passing by us
my dress lifting at the seams

you trail kisses
softly across my chest
under skies of turquoise
we stop to rest

I lose my footing
and we gently fall
under trees of lilacs
trees so tall

I laugh as you land
perfectly in my arms
and reach out to touch you
lost in your charm

the look in your eyes
betrays your thoughts
and takes my breath away
the passion you’ve got

then your body is pressed
up against mine
your kisses continue
only pleasure on the mind

locked now
in a naked embrace
tears of pleasure
stream down my face

we lie on a bed
of lilac petals crushed
created in my head
lilacs so lush

their sweet scent
permeating the air
and your hand
entwined in my hair

your kiss becomes
the taste of love
and I succumb
we fit like a glove

maybe these are things
we’ll never understand
but I love you my darling
come take my hand.

 



Categories: Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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