You are my core, my essence,
Yet I cannot hear your heartbeat,
You are my song, my hearts’ calling,
Yet, I cannot feel your soft breath,
You are my deepest yearning, my intoxication,
Yet, distance tortures us, into submission,
And now, Beloved,
We are together,
Our hands move as rapid whispers,
In the forbidden forest of Loves’ desire,
O divine ache,
You leave me unfeathered,
The memory of your scent,
Traces a path of tenderness to my soul,
O sweet lover,
Come to me, in pure nakedness,
And leave the world at my feet,
This longing can only be complete,
When our worlds meet,
As one virtuoso, one symphony
To sing Loves’ ecstasy
© Amata Natasha Goldie – All rights reserved
Yet I cannot hear your heartbeat,
You are my song, my hearts’ calling,
Yet, I cannot feel your soft breath,
You are my deepest yearning, my intoxication,
Yet, distance tortures us, into submission,
And now, Beloved,
We are together,
Our hands move as rapid whispers,
In the forbidden forest of Loves’ desire,
O divine ache,
You leave me unfeathered,
The memory of your scent,
Traces a path of tenderness to my soul,
O sweet lover,
Come to me, in pure nakedness,
And leave the world at my feet,
This longing can only be complete,
When our worlds meet,
As one virtuoso, one symphony
To sing Loves’ ecstasy
© Amata Natasha Goldie – All rights reserved
Every now and then one reads profound truth. Where it resonates through the core of every cell and leaves you quivering. This is such moment. This is the sign of a great poet - the words become sensations, visions, an experience of exaltation. Thank you Amata for your gift. Blessings & Peace ❤️
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