A Vivian Leigh Tanka

Blue eyes become green
Scarlet ribbon of sadness
Flickering beauty
Writ large on the silver screen
Nitrate secrets, passions burn

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Vivien Leigh

Vivian Leigh (05 November, 1913 – 08 July, 1967)


Sweet Nectar

Shadows Linger

Wine flows over my tongue
Smooth, filling my senses
My eyes caress your body
As I savor sweet nectar

The warmth of your velvet skin
Touches mine as you pass me by
Your sweet scent fills my lungs
As I exhale with a mournful sigh

Your gentle voice captivates me
Longing to taste those moistened lips
To hold you close just one more time
As I dive into those deep blue eyes

Passions flare as soft music plays
Our bodies sway, moving in rhythm
Beauty burns bright in the dim light
As shadows linger and memory fades

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From the Maelstrom

The Solitude of Time

Lighted by fear and loneliness
Explored in times of sadness
Relived, regretted and enjoyed
Filed away until needed again

The solitude of time cuts deep
Scared memories hidden away
Side by side with happiness
In dark corners, never forgotten

Moving on but never forward
Abandoning hope, only living
Existence of toil and heartache
Until dark thoughts abandoned

Fear ensues as light exposes
Searching with hopeful eyes
Accepting with an open heart
Infinite understanding in a glance

In the maelstrom eyes meet
Blue looking deep into green
Words exchanged, fears eased
Moving forward and exploring

Kindred hearts and desires
Finding a common language
Understood and unspoken
Relaxed and content as one

Soft lips touch with excitement
Fingers run through silky hair
Words muffled by passion
Search ended, journey begins

Cool of night excites the skin
Heightened by warm hands
Firm caresses ever roaming
Quickening breath and heart

Desires seep forth, tasting freedom
A single touch, endless possibilities
Unleashed, exposed and sensitive
Longing for the intensity of contact

Forgotten pleasures re-awakening
Tears of joy and ecstasy flow freely
Thoughts long held in check, echo
Clutching them closely, holding tight

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