.
.
with ardor
I take wing
on tongues of night
drawn to your essence
as thirst
to a mountain stream.
intense devotion
and burning heat —
I dream of us
tonight
your lips
beckon me
with liquid smile
and promises
of more.
your sweet breath
interlaced with mine —
I hunger
for your taste.
.
Dennis Cardiff 
Exquisite. Sensuality at its fullest. I love you poems, Dennis.
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Thank you so much, Uzoma. I love your poems as well, especially “Ribbons & Lace”. I will return often to read your African Proverbs. ~ Dennis
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The passion!
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Thanks for your kind words. For me, passion is never in short supply. ~ Dennis
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so beautiful … love the natural images!
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Thanks for your kind words. Best wishes on your journey. “Be true to yourself” has always been my motto. Other people’s opinions are their problem, not yours. ~ Dennis
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Beautiful.
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Hi Grace, thanks so much for your kind words. I loved your post “Lifelong Friend”. Why is is that some people can’t see where we’re coming from? Words are so awkward at times. ~ Dennis
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Quiet moments of reflective whispers. Beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Nicole. I love your poem “Shyly”. It expresses my feelings in words I could never find. ~ Dennis
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Thanks Dennis. Your poem here brought me to the reflective space to write Shyly 😉
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huge like, Dennis… congrats! 🙂
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Thanks, as always, Melanie. The words to your post “saules pleureurs – weeping willows…” speak to my soul and express my sentiments exactly:
“the soft breeze of the last day of October carries away our dreams engraved into our hearts that fly onto the wings of desire…”
Much love ~ Dennis
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Indeed, the ardor of a love, that is waiting for its mate, is truly captured in these lines. Also, I had a thought on this one – on tongues of night – at once erotic but at another level, the biblical, ‘speaking in tongues’ too. Just a thought 🙂
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Hi Samasti, my first thought was visual, thinking of the sky at sundown where there are often wisps of purple clouds, or the silhouettes of birds in flight, can look like tongues. I like the biblical idea of ‘speaking in tongues’. Everyone brings a personal meaning, depending on their circumstances, landscapes or beliefs. ~ Dennis
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I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award! I wish you all the best, please follow this link:
Crystal
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Hi Crystal, thanks for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. I am humbled and honored. ~ Dennis
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You are very welcome!
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Thanks for posting a lovely, sensual poem. Your imagery leaves me speechless.
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I am flattered by your praise. I hope you won’t stay speechless. I enjoyed your post “Dreaming of Paro”. I would love to go there as well. ~ Dennis
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I do not think you need to worry about my remaining speechless for too long. It’s only beauty that makes me speechless. Thanks for the compliment. I do hope we both end up making it there sometime in the near future.
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oh lllaaaallaa…
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Thanks Geraldine. I’m happy that you’re now comfortable and happy in your own skin. You deserve to be. ~ Dennis
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Lovely…the first 5 lines puts right in the mood…very nice poem.
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Thank you so much. ~ Dennis
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I hope your thirst is being satisfied. Very sensual if I might add.
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Thanks for your concern, Tim. Yes, my thirst is being satisfied. ~ Dennis
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