The Juice of my Love

My heart does not love easily,

It is stubborn, but when it does I dance

In the desire with the passion

Of imprisoned limbs set free.

I frolick thorugh the fields of lust

More wildly then the spirit of the wind,

I feast on my lovers flesh

With eager, begging lips.

I moan more sweetly then

The song of a bird

And I feel it more beautifully

Then the glistens of the sea

Sparkling with the rise of the sun,

And so why would I give my heart so easily?

When I’m so unsure if others are

Capable of loving with the same madness.

Not all would appreciate the softness

Of my souls mattress, thus it is rare

That I let loose my lust.

Its fruits rest in seed, but when they sprout

The juice is delicious, dressed in honey

And sugar, a taste so quenching

But rarely give the chance to be drank,

It’s a special indulgence, a fine wine.

I do not give my love so easily

And this is how it should be.

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

love these candid expressions..

[Alex Zynder]

very fine work. i could envision every line of it, which is a hard feat to accomplish as a writer.
im surprised this piece hasn't been reviewed more. If you haven't already, enter it in some contests :)

[Greg Skura]

OMG! You make me very thirsty!
You do have a way with words Miss Violet!

[GTVile]

There is a tremendous use of metaphor here that conveys your point beautifully. You make a (no pun intended) mouth-watering reference to honey, sugar, fruit, etc. that makes the piece appealing to more than one sense, something that I think all works of writing should strive for. You appeal to taste, touch, and sight in this one, and that's pretty good. Moreover, you make a good point, that your love or lust should not be given out to any old jerk. Great job.

[ice]

Cassandra..despite Apollo, your poetry is believable.:-)
This one is no exception...fine work, I enjoyed reading it.
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