Whispering Souls, Paul Curtis [acx book reading .TXT] 📗

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It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream


ONCE MORE

A new beginning
A brand new start
Starting afresh
With a mended heart
Tentative steps
Best foot forward
Opening myself up
Wondering if I should
But I go anyway
Out into the world
Taking a chance again
On another girl
If my heart gets broken
Maybe this time it will die
Even with that at stake
Still I know I must try


SPANISH EYES

I sat drinking black coffee alone in the café
I noticed her instantly as she entered
Powerless, my eyes, like magnets were drawn
Towards the striking young woman’s beauty, her hair
Black as a raven’s wing caressed the dark
Skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
The simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
Curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
Dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
My gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
Of her neck and shoulders until reaching
Her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
Their fullness, her smile broadened and her
Cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
My loins, she turned away and I continued my
Journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
Firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
Her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
Opposite me my gaze once more returned
To the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
Rearranged themselves within their lacy
Confines. Then our eyes met again and she
Smiled knowing my thoughts and reveling in
Them. She paused and opened her bag and
Took out a cigarette and holding it
In her slender fingers for a moment
Before placing it between her moist lips
Envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
Drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes


LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE

As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn’t pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it “Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon


REFLECTED GLORY

She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her


I LOVE HER

I love her with every fibre of me
I love her so much it hurts
I love her in baggy trousers
And I love her in short skirts
I love her when we’re alone
And when we’re with friends
I love her when the day begins
And I love her when it ends
I love her when we’re together
I love her when we’re apart
I love her when we hold hands
And when love making starts
I love her when she’s sexy
I love her when she’s coy
I love her when she makes me mad
And when she brings me joy
I love her at the first caress
And in the afterglow
I love her when we say goodbye
And when we say hello
I love her when she laughs
I love her when she cries
I love her now that I’m alive
And I’ll love her till I die


KEEPSAKE

I keep your beauty in my eyes
Your vision adorns my mind
I keep the taste of you on my lips
Your sweetness taints my pallet
I keep your fragrance in my nose
Where it pervades my senses
I keep your tender tones in my ears
Your laughter fills my heart
I keep the touch of you on my skin
The warmth of you in my fingers
I keep the essence of you in my soul
I keep your love in the haven of my heart


A NEW HORIZON

That first date, The Anticipation
Butterflies in the stomach
Would she come, would she stand me up?
Then the elation when I see her
Excitement tinged with fear
Nervous laughter punctuates nervous silences
Then relaxed conversation
The touch of her hand
Exchanged knowing glances
The end of the evening
A slow walk home, holding hands
At her door the first kiss
Then goodnight

Before our second date
The empty ache of longing
Stomach in knots, head spinning
The doubts and insecurities
Analyzing every second
Of our first meeting
Looking for signs, reassurances
Then the day came and all was well again
At a family function, her sisters wedding
Stolen kisses And Knowing looks

Then as the days past
More doubts, more insecurities
Should I say I love her Is it too soon
Does she feel the same as I?
Am I rushing it Will I scare her off
Then when we meet again
All my fears melt away
And on that first morning
We woke together
The touch of her hand
The warmth of her smile
I thought I would never doubt again
Then came the next day
When we weren’t due to meet up


CRUEL WORLD

My tears ran like autumn rain
When cupids love was slain
In my heart there was only pain
I turn my back upon the world

My world was shattered
When I lost all that mattered
And my dreams were scattered
I turn my back upon the world

My heart has been broken
Her love for me was only token
All her promises now forsaken
I turn my back upon the world

The loss of my hearts desire
Cold embers where once was fire
To love again I can only aspire
I turn my back upon the world

But with head high I went forward
Feeling not a little awkward
And I found my just reward
When I went again into the world

Though my love ended in tears
It’s never as dark as it appears
I’ve put aside my darkest Fears
And I must go again out into the world

Now back from the brink of madness
With Only distant memories of Sadness
My heart now resounds in gladness
Now I’m back again into the world
Imprint

Publication Date: 08-06-2010

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