Will you again
be my sweet Juliet
my love for you
still burns hot
drives me utterly mad
you are bewitching
you are by far
the truest love
I’ve ever had
a radiant vision
silken skinned
a translucent
alabaster blaze
torrid
as a teen’s temptation
your body beckons
with invitation
standing here
before me
yearning
my needs are fired
consumed
I’m burning
you must be mine
you will
eternally
my nubile vixen
my dream sublime
oh yes
you are my Juliet
your graceful face
brazen aglow
my fingers tangled
in your hair
I bring your lips to mine
sure — but slow
swept away
I lay you back
on velvet sheets
wrapped in my arms
my eyes aflame
in fetched seduction
I explore
your secret charms
I will be your Romeo
if you let me
I’ll be your last
please — my love — agree
I am always
your potent Spring
here smoldering
on passion’s pyre
lost in the golden light
that folds upon you
soft as satin
silk desire
my fingers trace
your young glistening back
that tempting tapers
to the tender fire
a wonderland
for fingertips
to touch
and tease
and tantalize
such beauty
of unworldly measure
only gods
could fantasize
engulfed
I explore
your quivering body
love-inflicted
soul-addicted
you’re beautiful
as any Juliet
so luscious
heavenly grand
a divinely-pleasing
sculpted vessel
brought forth
by Aphrodite’s hand
a vision
as to hypnotize
enticing in the candle’s flicker
fondled by my hungry eyes
with willful hands
of pleasured probing
I wrap slender waist
then slowly slide
‘cross pleading hips
of sensuous rise
to fall
into the fiery folds of eros
sculpted
from the charms of Venus
’tween dual swells
of timeless myth
that writhe
in throes of pure desire
atop two lithe
and lathen’d stems
drawn by pleasure’s angels
tempered in their sacred fire
come my Juliet
be forever mine
I am your Romeo
until end of time
we knew they’d come for us
never let our sweet love be
not two so different
real love is never free
before we let
Azrael take us
let us die
to pleasured lust
‘til our hungry souls
are sated
’til my passion’s seed
has turned to dust
let our wanton
carnal flames
blaze ever bright
to roar ecstatic
not be rebuffed
in flames of eros
we’ll burn down this night
before they are
forever snuffed
Angel Azreal
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Wow, Rob! Very sensual.
And I just love that song!
Thank you Pinam. Yes, it is one of my favorite’s by Knopfler.
You are welcome.
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O, the passion of forbidden love… so very strong.
Thank you Bjorn. I was feeling erotic… 🙂
A red hot read, Rob – well done! ????
Thank you Ingrid. I love erotica that rejects smut. It is the truest expression of a love of passion. Not good to utilize in expressing love for parents, et al… 😉
Very passionate, Rob! Hot!
That movie made me swoon when I was in junior high. ????
Thank you Merril! 🙂 I still like to cry at RomCom’s makes me feel something — like I’m alive, even though I have entered final stage, the Palliative stage of CHF. I find myself being more emotional now, and I love it!
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This is so passionate Rob. Love the tingling lust and romantic feelings of your poem. Hope all is well.
Thank you Grace! 🙂 Hangin’ in there!
This gas so many shades, the classical, the sensual, the forbidden, the sacrificial…and the question…does passion rule all?
So pleased you found all of those Ain. Reconciliation was also part of my thought, as was the mystery — which both could easily fall under the classical umbrella. Thank you for truly reading it my friend! Does passion rule all. Given the breadth of passion, love, joy, sorrow, hate, anger, lust, greed, fear, etc. — we are emotional creatures, so I believe our first inclination can be, or is to be driven by one of our passions. However, to be civilized is to have the strength and courage to temper our first inclinations, with thought, logic, and compassion — some of us are enlightened enough to consider controlling our emotions, or at least reign them back in. Those are my thoughts my friend. Looking into the glass — it’s cloudy… 🙂
Hot without being smutty; a rarity these days, Rob. and you’ve mastered it. Awesome work.
Thank you Ron. For me, my friend, I believe our imagination is or most “erogenous zone”, so I believe some must always be left to the imagination to fill in as per our personal tastes. Whether we are reading or actually making love. It is the mystery and anticipation that is the magnifier.
You have gone out with a bang on this one, Rob. The sensuality is burning all the way through!
Thank you Dwight. Sensual not smutty… 🙂
My kiddie filter stopped me before I could get to the end. 🙂
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Only sensual Jim, not smutty… 😉
Passionate! You have a talent for it.
Thank you Kerfe
At your very best sensual, sexy, super self, Rob! Bravo.
Thank you Helen. They are such familiar engaging paths to trod, but now I can only go there in memory.
A reminder of the eternal romantic in all of us. The love we never want to let go of. And the reality of the passion!
It is the mind/body passion of the strong and healthy Georgina. I am drawn to it because it’s the most intimate of all human interaction, and my memories of it are vivid. But my health of receng years limits this to a memory, but one I really enjoy flexing.