Shana's Page
Illusion
a silken veil that wraps,
and reaches down inside, to touch
the sleeping depths,
the center of my soul.
Your eyes,
invade and search,
the silent questions heard,
above the deafening pounding,
of a covetous, revealing heart,
which answers back in truth.
The refuge of this illusion,
allows the realm of dreams,
a freedom once chained
within the confines of conventions's rules;
it lives; it soars....
And here,
I feel your breath,
your tender hands,
that trace a burning path,
across my waiting skin....
I reach, I gently touch,
learning, memorizing,
what may only come through this,
illusion's gate;
and yet, for now,
....it's mine.
Exquisite sensations
pervade and build;
tantalize, torment,
desire and passion drive
the need to please....
There is no end;
the pinnacle reached
brings only thirst, a hunger,
to dream again....
another possibility.....
by Shana