Painting By: Authur Braginsky |
Moon beams merely try, to glow brighter than,
Her golden brilliance, like rays from the sun,
Celestial beauty, weakens mortal man,
An aura of gold, the radiant one,
A Goddess so rare, with figure divine,
Nameless Temptations, unbeknownst splendor,
Craving and yearning, of pure lust sublime,
This loveliness waits, her man of yonder,
Wild Winds blow freely, carries her away,
Silk ribbons flowing, cautions disappear,
Bound by tradition, captive she must stay,
The ravaging need, until he is near,
A bond of the heart, in passion they mesh,
Promises of love, the soul and the flesh.
For the; 'Potpourri of poetry' challenge
Word used: 'Passion'
in my poem: 'Golden Passions'
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