she is a poem,
electric brush of moonlight
stroking naked flesh
she is a poem,
crimson rush of forest fire
burning hidden dells
she is a poem,
the heated blush of verses
written on my soul
Ryan Stone
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73 responses to “Lover”
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Whoa… She is a poem ❤️ That’s the best thing to be called. 🙂 Love this immensely!
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And my heart skipped a beat .. So hot and sensual it captivated my eyes and bewitched my soul.
I couldn’t help but hear “moonlight” and “burning” eacho your voice.
With thrilling verses like this, the crush keeps experiencing rippled effect. 😀
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This is gorgeous, Ryan. A wonderful description of a lover – pure poetry written in poetic form.
That’s awesome. I love your reference to ‘her’ being a poem. Have you ever heard of Michael Card? He wrote a song called, “The Poem of Your Life”. If interested, you can watch it here:
My turn, wow! I have no idea how you feel about re-blogs as I am still very new to your site; but if it is okay with you, I’d like to re-blog this. Please let me know. You’ve been very kind and supportive and it’s at least one way to say thank you.
Reblogged this on Busy Mind Thinking and commented:
This is such a beautiful piece, I felt it needed to be re-blogged. if you haven’t met Ryan, I hope you’ll head over for a visit.
Yes, they leave their marks permanently on our souls. Fantastic imagery, Ryan!
Sigh! So so damn romantic. Mushy you, not happening, mate!! Just kidding. You took my breath away. Please don’t make me fall in love with you, now. 😁😂😂
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Haha, funny Nan! Glad you like it, not really my genre but fun to stray to every now and then 🙂
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A lovers poem at it’s superb best, and especially, “She is a poem, crimson rush of forest fire,”
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