A Sense of Romance
Sound Sight Smell Touch Taste
I hear the slam of a distant door
Then a tapping of heels
on a marbled floor
syncopates with my lonely heart
‘til our beats merge together and join.
*
My head turns instinctively
searching
as you move towards me
like a river of velvet
washing over my soul.
*
Finding my breath,
I succumb to your heat -
flowery and sweet
your French perfumed skin
smells of angelic dust.
*
We reach for each other
Like closing the covers
of a Mills and Boon novel -
Tightening our grasp
In a passionate embrace.
*
Lips upon lips
we feast on our love,
as our tangled tongues
swirl around like dancers
in love.
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Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Venturini❤️35 minutes ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Oooo, that was so intimate. Loved your poem!
This description of a passionate encounter is really vivid. It makes me feel like I'm right there. The imagery of the door slam, the tapping heels, and the merging of hearts is quite powerful.