Beneath the lunar light
Her body rising to meet waves;
The tidal waves of carnal knowledge grasped
Within the primal touch she craves
The breathless air of night
With no disguised

A kiss
Explores rivers
Of her passionate cry’s
Transformed, reformed beneath the moon
To slip swiftly in those ecstatic streams
But not yet, it can’t be too soon
Anticipation sighs
As she shivers
In bliss.



© JG Farmer 2014

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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