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A Crescendo Of Fine Things.
A Second Attempt
Many talented hubbers have been tempted to try their hand at writing romantic and sensual poetry, me included. This is my second attempt to keep in the running of romance here, I hope that you enjoy reading it.
Join us now, to take part in an anthology of poetry and verse, which we hope to compile as a gift for loved ones at Christmas time. AA Zavala and Martie Coaster have paved the way for the many talented hubber's to follow. Check them out.
Pillows on which to rest your head
Ohhh la la
A Toast to Love
Romantic Crescendo of Inspired Moments.
As Autum leaves turn from red and gold, and are boldly blown upon the breeze,
memories of by gone days unfold, and gently caress the soul.
The feelings of sensitivity and the shiver from a finger tip,
holds the pleasure of sensuality and ribbons of light shine on
the world that two people share as one, in an envelope of love.
The blood red rose, with thorns as sharp as to nip a chilling prick of blood,
that I once shivered from head to toe in memories of romantic bliss.
Firelight crackles and candles glow, shadows on the wall doth show
a picture of lovers entwined, beneath the quilt of clouds that pass our window by.
Just as the robin puffs out his burnished red chest with pride, his eye quite clearly
on the little bird he has spied. His trill short and strong, sings of yearning
for all that enter his domain are as angelic as any other.
Romance is in the air, and shadows of asparagus tips are gently laid upon the silver plate,
for two lovers to play and share in the glow and pride that only romance can provoke.
Each nibble taken from a finger tip, so sensual on the lips, as eye to eye their faces glow
In the knowledge that dessert will flow, with a crescendo of fine champagne bubbles;
and laughter as heads are bowed, and from lustful looks of mutual admiration and changes
are about to unfold, on the relationship that was once just a friendship over loving cups.
Chocolate as smooth as velvet, tempts the taste buds with sinful pleasure, and strawberries
dipped so, that tantalise the imagination of forbidden fruit that touches the lips, in anticipation
of an elated touch with such trembling as no other .
Stars shine bright, with pure crystal twinkling of an eye, which allows the sparks to ignite in the
depths of the darkness, which now waves across the mind, in acceleration of crashing rolls of
Sparks will fly from love that is smouldering on the coals below, igniting a glow of flushed faces
in the pale blue hue from the candle light of imagination.
From deep within the ripples stir, of romance in the air and a crashing roll of thunder,
until anticipation can no longer be controlled, and all we can do is wonder, at the glorious sight
of body and soul, heightened together in pleasure and desire that no man can put asunder.
© Annette Donaldson 2011