Madonna Lily

Sweet embers of passion haunting her bed
Cobwebs and tears now replace them instead

A web of whispers and sweet desire
Weaves a mirage of tomorrow's fire...

 

Sultry tastes of old lover still linger
Tracing her lips is a new lovers finger

Insatiable lovers whisper 'til dawn
Titillation of sighs which they are drawn...

 

He calls her his "Sweet Madonna Lily"
Blending essence of their sweet love

Arousing him in lace of chantilly
Touches her softly with his leather glove...

 

 

He holds his Madonna Lily tight
To tango of their dance in southern lights.

 

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Muse]

He calls her his "Sweet Madonna Lily"
Blending essence of their sweet love
Arousing him in lace of chantilly
Touches her softly with his leather glove...


what a delicate enchanting read..I loved it!

[SyberRose]

Thanks for peeking in...appreciate your nice comments tonight...Rose

[Sami Khalil]

I felt the sweet embers of pasion in this write and danced in the southern lights..A beautiful and lovely write...

[SyberRose]

Thank you again Sami..nice to hear from you again today...i will be knocking on your door soon....Rose

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...Any time...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a peaceful passion that is intimated in this piece...

really nice poem...couple slight spots..fourth line should be "weaves...tomorrow's"
and "sultry tastes...still linger"

but a beautiful write.

jacob

[SyberRose]

thank you Jacob...I appreciate you bringing my attention to that...thanks for visiting tonight....Rose