Pleasure Dreamt

Posted: May 16, 2017 in poem, poet, poetry
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There are no words
that float the sea
The waves of grace
that others see
There are no winds
that brush your hair
or paint your lips
your face so fair
Your nails your hands
your gentle prints
clasp thin wrists
of gold strand twists
Your touch your feel
around my waist
Soft finger tips
my muscles traced
Your taste your smell
your jasmine scent
I dream of you
My pleasure dreamt.



  1. WOWZA!!! 🙂
    What wonderful, pleasurable, sensual things to dream about, DSS!
    I love the word-pics you’ve created! I love the emotions you’ve stirred! I love that you’ve ignited your readers senses…seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, etc!
    Your poem flows so nicely and was a joy to read aloud!
    Hope the whole gang is having a great week so far!
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…I wonder what OC’s thoughts on this poem would be….or how he’d write it?!?! 😉 😛


    • Glad you liked this Sweet C! Love heightens all of the senses, doesn’t it… 🙂
      Yes, the Gang is having a very interesting week!

      Are you asking O.C. to write his interpretation of this poem? I might even enjoy reading how he’d do it. 😀

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  2. Man, this is a lovely write.

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  3. Zakiah says:

    An evocative and sensuous poem. Love it! Simply love it.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I hope you and all the gang are okay…and just busy!
    Wanted to wish you a Happy Almost-Friday Day!!! 😛
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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