Into the dark, dank cellar
I lead you by the hand
towards a marble alter
laid with crimson sheets,
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dank cellar, marble alter, cold candles, and naked eyes details like that make this a great piece of work. Good job Becca
Entering mind, reading soul, slowly entering skin, and hearing pain—more than amazing ideas. Love this poem … 10+++
This is absolutely the only reason I go to sleep at night...iip
hauntingly unnerving write. The imagery is so clear, so dark10
Interesting! Kev said it was Jackie Collins' style, but the early images were of something deeper, darker, more deliciously, malevoently powerful: the cold of the marble, the alter, the crimson sheets - the sacrifice to an all-powerful desire. Something we perhaps all admit to feeling at the edges! Great write! Tony
so descriptive and deep i feel as if though i were there very good poem.
Ammmmmmazing gentle tale! refreeshening.........10++++++
A more sensual poem I have never read. Each word pulled the reader in to a place of pleasure yet chilling. An excellent write you should enter this one in a contest..
You could give Jilly Cooper and Jackie Collins a run for their money, you saucepot!
WOW! great read Viola, works the mind so well.10/10 regards Tom
I stand and bow at this marviless master piece V.
Very sensuous! The words floating burning in the air! A 10, definitely!
...'Uncovering your dreams in each anxious beat I see your desire for me, I hear your pain. Alas, my love, alone I choose to wander as warm, pleading hands chill my blood'... wonderful poetry, Viola...i really liked this piece...thanks...10
I can almost see and feel your progress as you stumbell through your love making process. Like most of us, the best is lost, in the newness of the process and it is only when we return, with the shine gone, to we relealize what we missed, first time around. ROBERT BURNS, PORTLAND, OREGON