Your warmth along my spine
It is new and moves me
Rolls me across cool sheets
Toward promised heat
Strong arms imprison me
Holding me against you
I am precious and needed
Lifted up, I am found
Caged and freed at once
My spirit dances
Winds across moonbeams
Trailing my answer
Hearts beat in staccato rhythm
Each whispered word
A reminder of new passion
Fingertips along hips
Demand a scented blossoming
Happily opening anew
With each breaking dawn
Scattering midnight monsters
To other worlds and history
Your words whispered in the dark
While you thought I slept
Sweet Woman
Bring me to morning’s shore
Remind me of safety
19-January-2016
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
**Lifted up, I am found
Caged and freed at once**
gorgeous, as always.
Such passion & beauty in your words, darling. xxxxxx
Thank you so much lovely! You as always, lift me with your praise. I am thankful and gratified.
Hello Beautiful! “I am precious and needed,” what every person wants to feel and experience. Happy New Year, Valentine. Keep sweet. Be Well!
Thank you, truly it is what each of wish to hear isn’t it? Happy New Year back to you my friend! I have your book in my pile to read before the end of the quarter (it is a huge pile but it is near the top).
It’s all good! The novel is underway. 😉
❤ The sweet confidence of security of love. Sweet dreams.
You've painted another sensuous sketch of love. I want to hug myself. ❤ ❤ ❤
I think you should, hug yourself that is. Hugging ourselves is always the first step.
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Your lovely words made me happy for the woman in the poem. ❤ ❤
And yes, you are right. Hugging oneself is the first step though I'm not missing anyone or anything. I'm happy.
Lovely to read.
Thank you Carrie. It was intended to be a celebration, so I think maybe I got that.
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Thank you so much, as always.
How you doing?
I am okay, I think. How about you?
Another masterpiece
Thank you
You brought that sense of warmth and security, held safe in arms of Love..
Always love your poetry dear Val… May these thoughts always chase away those midnight Monsters.. ❤ Love and Hugs Sue
I write, usually in the middle of the night. I suspect my monsters encourage me. Strange bedfellows.
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Lol.. Yes I have a few of those strange visitors who encourage me to pick up my pen and open my journal during the night 🙂 All good Monsters me thinks.. 🙂
To me, you delivered a sense of calm and security. …. thus I smiled.
You more than many know the heart of calm and security of love, so I am glad I delivered this with this one. Thank you Frank.
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Beautiful!! “Sweet Woman” …. new meaning for me!
Beautiful! Good to see you here!
Thank you Horty, I am glad you liked this one. ❤