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 |   Poems written for "The Daily Poem" Contest inspired by various prompts. |
| Redolence As you lay there, my hunger burns with a cold heat in my eyes. I can feel the disturbance in the air as your pulse sends its slow rhythmic call to me... I can see your essence as you quietly breathe in and out... I pick up your discarded shirt and inhale the scent of you, teasing myself with the flavors that float across my tongue... the muskiness of your need, the salt of your efforts, pungent odors of your last day. As I slide onto the bed I reach out with my mind - your dreams are guided to a place where passion and reality are indistinguishable. I take you in my arms and slowly my mouth covers the softness of your neck... As I penetrate the artery, the warm smell of your blood dances with my need, each holding the other, each trying to lead... yours to life mine to death. My hand, lying loosely on your chest, marks the slowing of your heart beat by beat until all is silent... and only the perfume of darkness remains.  An entry for the May 23nd round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem"  Prompt: Write a poem describing your favourite scent. Form: Free Verse .Line Count: 45  Redolence ~ having a pleasant odor; fragrant. |
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