Desire made her sing, he was a dream. Love versus in rhyme as the expression
of complete desire proclaims this book. She cries out to him from deep within and the power of love explodes on paper…
Her burning lust for him makes her dream him, feel him when he’s not there, and most of all long for his magic — though awake her eyes are open to his philandering, still she feels she wants him. Melancholy, she knows she must, and she does love herself, but his fragrance embodies her mind still haunting her forevermore.
These poems depict love versus rhythm from a woman’s eyes, illustrating his beauty, her lust for him, and her passion within. it cascades through her life in syncopation and her feelings deep within.
SONGS OF CELESTE
My passion becomes a flame at the mere mention of your name, a name that is as poisonous as lust, your kiss like a cobra’s touch. Eliciting danger, the danger of unparalleled desire for yet another.
Kiss me then kiss me again; touch me then touch me again, love me without ending. Romance me till my hearts on fire, tempt me with your desire. Feel me. Unspoken want spills over at the thought of you.
Your exotic presence, your eyes like light so brilliant it’s hard to stare. The heat of your body is like a sauna of comfort I just want to melt into you.
All the girls want you too.
Your magnificent stately presence makes them swoon, they hate me all of them do, even your siblings want to hold on to you.
You’ve chosen me, made me your queen, moved me into your palace, fitted me with fine things. Your scent overwhelms the grooms’ room like the smell of liquor, your touch all controlling like the king of kings you’re devouring, all consuming your power has taken over me.
Don’t despise me girls of the world. I’m a delight to see shapely and petit, my hair thick and curly, my complexion like golden butter. My love like ointment, my flavor better than wine and as intoxicating after the flavor’s gone by. That’s why you all remember me you stare as if you can see through to my soul.
My royal groom enchanted by my perfume my fragrance puts him in a spell. He is a sachet of desire lying in between my breasts. He tells me I’m the most beautiful in all the world. He says my skins like silk, he loves to drink my milk. “Your beauty’s so rare even flowers dare to compare.” Is what he says to me.
My lover is the fittest of them all, his strength compares to a horse, his skin just as shiny. He is robust and exciting. The little foxes roam and stare tempting him when I’m not there. Spring seems to bring them out like fruit in bloom, the smell tasty in the air. If I could I’d take him away forever hide him behind life where we could lie together get lost in each other.
My brave soldier a king among men more alluring than Solomon himself. Delighting the fillies leading his army of men. They blush they display; they parade daughters of spice tempting in vain. My beloved is all consumed by me. After dusk but before dawn he comes into my bed where his much-desired touch warms me to no end. I close my eyes and I see his face feel the warmth of his embrace. My lover is into me as a screw to a nut, my fair love’s pleasant aroma completes my guest of lust. My young stag made up of herbs completing my thoughts, he is mine and I am his forever more to live as one. Awakened by my internal clock seeking my man I look about but he’s not here. My sheets are cold my room so bare – where is my knight I think in despair…