Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Sheikha A. writes

Dream Feaster

While you sleep...

I gaze upon your face
as I breathe in fragrance
hanging off contours
along telling, arching,
angling lines of your jaw.
Your skin that spans
into a valley broad
met by a dipping chin
across a flat but strong visage.
I feast on your deep set eyes,
luring, provoking,
tantalizing cocoons
of hypnosis 
as they rest away tired
dreams of the day.
Their closed sensuality
flickering embers
of a sweet mating game.
Those lips pout
to alluring culverts
where desires vegetate,
lingering, forming,
as they imbibe
a throbbing palate of dreams
to escape
your mouth ingenuous 
unknowing to sins.
I read into your slumbering face
to feed my sores
the beds of many I have visited.
Come my feast,
rescuing beauty,
glazed mounds of delectable dreams,
I have been long hungry...
Picture of Francoise Nielly Painting of a young man's face. There are vibrant colorful colors everywhere. He has red lips and turquoise colored eyes.
 -- Semhal Nasreddin

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