Poetry Pot

Morning Light 

The morning blissfully appears as the dawn
dwindles into the abyss of sweet remembrance.

-Naomi Burrell                                                     


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Quiet Reflections

New MoonIts quiet and I think of you leaving me as quickly as you found me.
Alone I am now.
We flourished once in days of sunshine and warmth.Together we were as one gently embracing compassionately intertwined in our beauty majestically inseparable.
Suddenly darkness fell quickly the days of sunshine grew dim and the warmth transformed to coldness.
I held on to you tightly but the forceful winds snatched you beyond my grasp.
Tearfully I painfully watched you drift to places unknown.
Now I am empty and bare yet I know I still care.
I am alone now. With empty words and  sullen thoughts yet, Its quiet and I think of you.©

-Naomi Burrell

                                                     mtJFVnQ (1)
Our Sweet Symphony
Your touch sublime your kisses were that of a tender kind. In our youthful embrace innocence was crushed moaning in sorrowful flows.
The Newness of your interference streamed excitement as a crescendo of arousal ignited in my being.
My Eyes closed I remained still, blind not seeing.
Caught in a pleasurable dance of tongues encircled in a perpetual motion of harmony we gently entered the unknown.
Casting aside our weakness we continued down the dreadful decent of folly. Nothing more kept us longing for our passions were a blaze, as we entered this new erotic phase.
Smooth, soft, gentle all a sweet symphony of the effects. A Gradual intimate exchange is what our shared kisses proceed to project.

Naomi Burrell




Poems By: Naomi Burrell Copyright ©2015

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