I am made of many souls in just one body

so at times it gets confusing,

to feel everything at once

We could better bite into

the flowers of a write

if we could only paint 

our lines in the full scent

of the sentiment that 

we'd felt within the hush

imagery that was spelt

#MixedSenses #Challenge

familiar noises reach my head

the sounds of views long forgotten

I wrap myself around

with the feeling of the past

my skin hearing the velvet whispers

of the touch that was once mine

and delivered by your words and pleads

when you asked for more

and I stared at you with my mind

my eyes reading your lips

and the echo of your voice

filling my aching heart

I remember the passion

and yet I forget the pain,

you were the angry fire

against my raging storm

I hear your muscles tensing against mine

and see the electricity

that surged through our souls

I cannot define my love for you

only the taste brought by your smile

those memories I always hear

when the wind brings the touch of spring

so once again

I cover myself with the past

only to see the sounds

that brought me so much rapture

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Naked and raw in rhythm of waves,

story written before our birth

in wet whispers between lips.

Sensations of temptations -

an erotic insanity consuming

freedom of silky breezes,

embracing shared secrets,

chills traversing spine.

Lathered intimacy melts

in embrace of fondling

and tasting in rippling

strokes at dusk.

Wild abandon in shadows

of moonlit dew,

silvery shivers, provocative

touches, riding on steeds,

enticing perfume of senses.

Teasing, pleasing, releasing,

moaning, groaning.

Fingers on soft skin

speaking your language.

rumpled sheets of passion.

the zephyr blew

shrill and twirl

caressed his fur

up on a hill

gaze sharpened

wings spread

into the air

he soared

at the foreign sky

he roared

sparked a fire

wherever he flew

over hollow life

he triumphed

painted the blank

with his flame

high up above

to the down below

thus, another hill

be tamed

dreary meadows

now all aglow

swaying grass whispered

broke his sweet reverie

once more

he roared

as his wings spread

he uplifted his holy head

away he flew

catch’d the twilight hue

to the south

he returned

where all southern stars

sparkled brighter

there, he gazed

drown in the sea of thoughts

the winged lion bowed

longing for some rest

under starry sky

he found divine peace

there, he rested

till his golden fur turned all white

the zephyr blew

shrill and twirl

caressed his fur

up on a hill

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....for fabien