Hedonistic Psyche

Take hold my hand and let me lead the way
And whisper in my ear of all you desire
As if my kiss can tell you what to say
When lips linger longer to light the fire
Should caressing fingers trace upon skin
To draw out the passion hidden within
Let me see, and feed my decadent mind
For a lover’s eyes should never be blind
For you are the spirit that calls my name
In the silent tongue that nobody heard
And if they did, it’s just a common bird
From the depths of the night that knows no shame
Like that bird I fly on untethered wing
Just to hear the beauty of your love sing

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Pushkin’s Sonnet

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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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