Tuesday, November 08, 2005

By Liza

May I confide, that your vibe propels me to imply
that I reside at your bedside, & take you on a joyride?
By ride, I mean explore
Metaphors that are soft or hardcore.
For a moment let me adore
Let me pour my love onto you like the seashore,
Mi amour.
Like a good groove let me move into you
Select parts of you like a gourmet menu,
Let me read to you Love by definition is this…

Love: A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

Girl, let me uplift , with a kiss
Close your eyes and feel softness,
Let’s be mutually speechless ,
Loud whispers filled with love innuendos,
Sensual word play as I display the vulnerabilities of a child
in a woman with a spirit so wild.
My pen tells my brain,
I must refrain from falling in love with you.
So I write,I write in spite of the controversy
I conjure metaphors about the sea, and how it’s deep like your eyes
In a muse there are no goodbyes,
So I’ll dream about your eyes
In a muse there are no goodbyes,
So I‘ll dream about your eyes…
I’ll awaken at your bedside,
With nothing more to hide.

(Liza Nepa)

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misscandi said...

Hi! I stumbled upon your blog and was wondering if this poem is by the same Liza Nepa that I used to know ages ago in Miami. That would be so fabulous if it was!!

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