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Honey Sweet. Honey Dew.
These are my words when I think of you.
Captivating smile. Succulent lips.
These are the things I wish to taste.
Long silky hair, skin so fair.
Every day and night I wish to be there.
Caressing your body, nurturing your soul,
You've captured my heart,
A Goddess to behold.
The very first time I heard your voice,
A thrilling experience to cool tropical rain.
Washing over my body,
So refreshing from the heat of the noon sun.
It's a conundrum, so profound.
Gazing upon your perfect sculptured Barbie,
Makes my body heat up!
Thinking on ways I can finger paint my love and ecstasy
Upon the delicacy of your canvas' plane.
Investigating every nook and cranny,
Every slit you would afford me the access I need,
Where I fill your deep voids with wet passionate kisses.
But when glancing into your cool, bedroom, brown eyes,
Woman, it does something to me,
For here comes the rain.
You are an enigma who says little, reveals little.
Why in the world am I so attracted to your brain;
The very intellect that makes you who you are;
A personality that surely had me hooked from the beginning?
You're a treasure map that tells me there are diamonds.
You knew I could not resist; you knew I loved challenges.
I only hope and pray that through all these years, and
Mountainous terrains traveled, I'm a little closer to your soul;
Your unique live spirit.
Close enough to feel your breath upon my neck as I hold you near,
Only a whisper away as you say,
"Nelly, Oh How You've come so far.
You've proven your love's worth;
My treasure is yours."
Don't be mistaken about my attraction.
It's not just your body I am after...
But a story, a hidden secret inside you, buried within.
If only I could access,
My dreams and fantasies would be fulfilled...
I believe our love and story when combined together,
Would be the true embodiment of a testimony;
Of a resilient love your man (if you would have me)
has ever pursued.
It's always been you,
My Photo Promptus.
- Vee Nelly | Author & Poet
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This prose is dedicated to someone special to me, whom stole my heart from the very beginning. Please note: the above photo is not the exact picture that prompt this poem (privacy purposes). They say a picture can speak 1000 words, well the above is not actually that many words, but I hope it's enough to let you know how much you mean to me. - Vee Nelly
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