Indulgence
Like silk on my skin
soft and seductive
an exquisite sensation
and so very destructive
Stroking my shoulders
with your nimble fingers
feathery, light
Letting the touch linger
I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church
Drowning in erotica
before you I do smirch
Gloried in the commonplace
made weird, I am at a loss
for words to describe
this, which I feared
A hedonistic existence
of pleasures fulfilled
regardless of its effect
on lives to rebuild
Looking for escape
from blurred lines
unable to distinguish
or read the danger signs
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Escape
Distinguish
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captured by sensory beauty, forgetting reality, I love your descriptions of being lost in a moment of touch
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Thank you Gina. I’m happy you liked it 🙂💕
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I enjoyed this very much…that sense of “being and with” a certain time alone…that image of perfect harmony with your body and sorroundings just gives me shiver.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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“I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church”
Great lines in the context of the poem.
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Thanks Lisa!! 🙂💕
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You are welcome 🙂
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