The mirror reflects
The denouement
Of a rushed
Stolen moment
A sudden caprice
Reckless abandon
Reminiscent of a courtesan
Jaded face
Crumpled dress
Hair in disarray
The smell of sex
Hangs in the air
Heavy
Filling the room
Like a bouquet
Of tuberose flowers
Which exhales
As it fades
Poisoning the night
As it slowly dies
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The aftermath never so decadent nor sultry. Beautiful!!
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Thank you, Rob. You may be my number one fan 😉
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J’aime beaucoup Nath, vraiment.
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Ah, merci beaucoup! Et bonne journée (ce qu’il en reste 😉)
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Happy Week Bella ❤
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Thank you! And the same to you 💜
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So lusciously adorable – I like you best this way, but then again, I believe you can rock just about any look you choose! Something really special about you Purpleanais! 💜
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Aww, how lovely of you to say so 😊
Thank you 💜
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This piece has left me feeling sad and bereft. I think your words have captured how the world can seem drab inmediately after intimacy. Evocative as always ☺
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Thank you, Adam. I like evocative, I’m taking it 🙂
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Lovely, sensory, and sensuous, Nathalie. ❤
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Thank you so much, Diana 🙂
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Wow! A beautiful post in every way, Nat. Lovely 🙂
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Thank you so much, Ryan. Coming from you, it means everything! 🙂
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🙂
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Le parfum de la passion ne s’efface jamais. Une femme est sa passion constante. ~
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C’est tellement vrai!
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~ qui comprend sans effort le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes. Take care of yourself and if you can’t no more then let someone take you and have. Such is a poetry of life. ~ Have a nice night there where you are.
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Thank you, for your lovely thoughts as well as your eloquent French. I hope you have a great weekend 🙂
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Night’s candles have burnt out. Beautiful Nathalie. ❤
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Fulfilling a wanton moment can be particularly exhilarating! The aftermath, a sweet trophy, sits on you like a healthy dew!
The band is playing tonight. Last week they invited me down to partake, as they had a special guest singer. It was fan-effin-tastic!
Too, bad I fell asleep before “a moment” happened. I swear, to musicians, playing is their wantoningness, and they can perform until…. well… until I fall asleep!
Love your work!
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I feel like I know this band, through you! I may have been there last week, was feeling the vibe from over here!
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Beautiful photo and strong words. Thank you dear Poet.
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Thank you for the kind words 🙂
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You are welcome dear friend.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing words of a talented writer.
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Thank you so much, I’m honoured!
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You are welcome. Was my pleasure.
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Such an intelligent piece of writing Nat. Such sadness in your eyes though. Maybe I am wrong, but I see the same in my own eyes quite frequently.
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Don’t you think it’s an empath thing, Matt? I feel we should write together again, do text me if you’re in any way feeling it too. And not too busy and stuff.
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Now I am not going to say anything to the fact that you will write with others and not me ! (cheap guilt trip grumble!) because right now I am too much entranced by the beauty of this piece. My first thought was; Would it be as lovely without that photo? Truth is. Yes. Because it’s captured the very soul of intimate moments and the beauty of a woman without need for a visual capture. Now equally, with that photo it only intensifies the effect which is one of appreciation for the beauty of moments and intimacy. You have really written a gorgeous piece of work here one of your very best in my humble opinion and I am so glad to see you writing again because you are very much missed here when you are gone. What a very lovely poem this is. And yes, you are Manon. Always.
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Ah! The heat of passion and its aftermath, wonderful writing (which goes without saying but I always feel I should) which always takes me to places and thoughts that make my day better. It is always a pleasure to read your thoughts.
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Thank you so much, as usual you are incredibly kind and your comments always leave me grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I’ve been absent from WP
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You weren’t alone, I haven’t been around much either, I like to think it was in solidarity with you being away.
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The aftermath of something very intimate and and your poetic words fill that promise of something beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you, Charlie. You awesome person, you!
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You welcome, Nat. Welcome back my friend. 🙂
Hope all is well.
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both melancholic and nice…
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@”Like a bouquet Of tuberose flowers…” – my late mama’s favourite flowers, she used to say they’re as noble as any orchids… I ❤ them, too! 🙂
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