From across the world I invited you
Secrets behind my eyes beckoned
Banked to embers for too long
I dared you to touch my fire
You need only to answer my wild call
Movements akin to a predator
The world disappears around you
Skin tingling with your heat
You draw closer I consider flight
You reach to capture me in your arms
Setting me blazing across night skies
Valentine, 22.November.2014
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Your light shone as you set alight the blaze of desire as you flew into your verse of love.. 🙂 Always love your poetic verses Val… You hold such talent.. you really do xxx
Oh, Sue thank you. These poems, sometimes they are such a part of me, sometimes I have a hard time hitting that ‘publish’ button and sending them out there. I don’t know why. Then others read and tell me they love them, it makes me happy I got over my need to hold them.
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Good they need to be shared.. They are far too good to be locked in a computer or journal.. Keep sharing Val.. 🙂 xxx
Aah, I read flight as in the escape considered, and the soaring in ecstasy!! 🙂 Very beautiful and sensual Valentine.
Thank you my friend. You read it exactly right, exactly as I felt it.
I’m reminded of a Bad Company song when reading this. “Don’t you know that you are a shooting star.” I like that you thought flight, but stayed. Sounds like that was the right choice.
These poems, they are simply ‘flights’ of fantasy Mark. Right now, they are simply my heart and mind pouring out on the page. Likely the compilation of many years of many things.
I am always hopeful I learn and grow and these represent me.
I was wondering if they were autobiographical or fantasy. Either way…good stuff, very erotic and powerful. Keep ’em coming!
“Setting me blazing across night skies.” Like a comet or a shooting star. Val, you infuse your poetry with such passion!
I think instead, it infuses me. Sometimes I just have to scratch them out of my head, I don’t know where they come from really.
As always, your poem is evocative. ❤ ❤ ❤
I like your choice of picture as well.
I knew what the picture should be as soon as the poem was written. Isn’t that strange?
I am glad you liked the poem, Tess. It just came to me in the hotel yesterday as I was getting ready to leave.
I love the ones that come out of the blue and you can’t wait to write it out. Those feel like magic,don’t they? ❤
Yes, yes they do.
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Thank you for this lovely poem, Valentine. And, IMO, this image you picked is perfect. Or, was it the other way around?
I picked it after the fact, when the poem was written I knew exactly the image I wanted. I am glad you enjoyed this one.