At first glimpse,he seemed infinitely dangerous-even barbaric.
And yet something in his eyes called out to me.

I should have trembled in fear,but his touch held me spellbound when he summoned me to his chamber, my heart lodged my in throat.

I cannot comprehend the power he held over me.
How is it possible when i have known him such a brief time?

He took my body with surprising gentleness,treating my innocence as a precious gift.
In his embrace,i discovered the wonder and the anguish of desire.

Against my will,he haunted my dreams.
His kiss ,his slightest caress left me breathless and trembling.
His hands on my flesh were magical,caressing and claiming arousing a fierce desire deep within me.

He challeged my heart ,daring me to open myself to passion.
My resistance seemed hopeless.
How could i defend myself against the restless yearning he kindled in me?

He made me feel intensively alive.
He makes my heart sings and sets my blood on fire.
He touches me with startling tendency as if my heart belonged to him.

He made his intent clear;he was determined to have me-body and soul.
Offered the haunting promise of paradise
if i but had the courage to grasp it.

He drew from my heart's most intimate secrets.
Led me on an odyssey into the fiery heat of passion.
But his price was so dear;he demanded my heart.

I am that most miserable of creatures;a woman tormented by heartache.
The thought of never knowing his touch-his fierce caress is more than i can bear.

It's true that the passion of the flesh can beget the passion of the heart-i am living proof.
The heart knows its one true mate..i am a prisoner..

#WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)#
#Mamo's poetry#

she gazed
out of the window
wondering
what was there.
this stuffy house
bored her wild mind.
this she could not bear.
she implored to explore
adventure to find...

She was up in the spotlight,
and the crowd went wild.
But all that crossed her mind,
Was the hustle and bustle.
And those times of giving up,
That she nearly succumbed to.
Now, she stood there
with her head Held up high in pride. And when she was asked to speak, she took her place and said,
Veni, vidi vici ..

WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry

A blink, a squint, a here-gone glimpse,
Sun-freckled, shadow-delicate.
Sudden breeze-breath prints a stream,
Ideograms unknown, passwords undetected
In time’s invisible unravelling, lifespan’s
Capricious memories.
Each freeze-frame re-invents itself
In past, present and future.
And age, a long, orange, tongue-licked sky,
The anteroom to winter solstice,
Guessing an elusive afterlife or
An untouchable emptiness.
Let us, instead, remember summer’s
Endless days, the hours’ extension
When water mirrors sunset,
When, like cool evening, mercy,
The afterthought of passion,
May whisper a prayer and summon
An angel.