yearning

yearning

A Poem by Emily B
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an old one that I deleted somehow

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The hills lay raw and bare.

Unbound breasts heaving

in the gray mist of early morning.

I wish I were the hills

and this car you're driving

was a strong, slow hand

snaking around my own loosed curves.

I want to be crossed by your

barest elemental energies--

moved by passion’s own embrace.

I want to stretch and reach the sky

and stretch and touch the dirt

and feel each resonant-twinge in between.

I want to be filled with the light

and the heat of a new day--

just as the valley

after the fog is burned away.

I want to feel the vibrations of thunder

deep in the middle of me

 

rumbling of something resembling change

 again and again and again

 

until the light is extinguished.

 

Then I will breathe deep and slow

 

breasts heaving raw and bare

 

in the gray mist of a hillnight.

 


© 2010 Emily B



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What a great metaphor for passion and love...there is something about the exhilaration of speed that is so very closely related to the emotions found in the throws of passion.

Then I will breathe deep and slow
breasts heaving raw and bare
in the gray mist of a hillnight. -- love these lines...the word "hillnight" is so beautiful.

You write with raw emotion, and for that I absolutely can relate to your work on an emotional level. Beautifully done...

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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. oh, i remember this post ...

. excellence in expressing intensity is what you're brilliant at ...

. such an intense yearning this is ...

Posted 5 Years Ago


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ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" this is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now this is erotic!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This so beautiful. So much passion...Well done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Absolutely beautiful.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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I love this...very sensual and erotic, leaving lasting impressions on the reader. A powerful and moving write.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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ah the images portrayed here..."after the fog is burned away.

I want to feel the vibrations of thunder

deep in the middle of me


rumbling of something resembling change

again and again and again


until the light is extinguished.


Then I will breathe deep and slow


breasts heaving raw and bare


in the gray mist of a hillnight."

well penned ..emotions to the forefront at the ending..




Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow - very sensual write. Now I need a cold shower - lol. Great imagery Emily. A favorite for sure! Thank you!
Love and Light,
SiddARTha


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The passion within your self is strong.. i like the whole idea you paint in this piece!


Posted 7 Years Ago


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beautiful

i wanna sex the planet now ha.

seriously though

very passionate
i love seeing our planet described in this way
i love seeing someone appreciate our home enough to write something like this
i love that lovers like you exist.

i swear reading this is how i feel when im laid out on a hillside at night letting the earth speak through my veins... it's beautiful

i see no need for change to this
or criticism and i rarely criticize at all [every voice is different ya know]

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Emily B

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