Intensity

Intensity

A Poem by Adela Muresan
"

A dangerous escapade.

"

Fire burns in your eyes,

 

your curse embracing me.

 

As our desire lifts us up, my soul releases a

 

guitar morn.

 

The beautiful strong beast is taking over.

 

I waited for this moment for so long…I find it hard to believe you are finally mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love you with every core of my hart and soul. I am yours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Take me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shred me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Change me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live for me,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never let me go.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My words were left unspoken, as we drift in the dance of love.

 

This world is lost, and all that’s left is this tender tremble of this

 

                        supernatural phenomena.  

 

I lay exhausted by your side…

 

Your arms wrap around me, and I feel like home.

 

Embracing me harder,

 

as your soft adoring kisses touch my skin.

 

I love you…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Adela Muresan


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Author's Note

Adela Muresan
I know that ,,tender tremble,, is an expression error, but I prefer to leave it that way.

A.M.

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Very nice piece, but the fonts became so small in later and it's hard for me to read... Guess I really do need that glasses after all lol

Anyway, I can understand why there are small fonts like that, it's because of the whispering and I know why there are so much of the spaces, because it's like taking a real deep breath between speaking the lines...

So, it's really great tho...


Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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It is a remarkable intensity, actually very well expressed. It did hold my attention in a kind of rapture. You may want to edit it in order to increase the size of the ending lines, as it was kink of strange to be distracted at such a powerful point as I increased the text size.

Nicely expressed; really enjoyed it.
Tom

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very nice piece, but the fonts became so small in later and it's hard for me to read... Guess I really do need that glasses after all lol

Anyway, I can understand why there are small fonts like that, it's because of the whispering and I know why there are so much of the spaces, because it's like taking a real deep breath between speaking the lines...

So, it's really great tho...


Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Mav
You really expressed the passion and power of the moment. Emotions are hard to put into words, but I could feel them in this poem. Excellent work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

perfectly gorgeous
my eyes glisten at the telling of it

ps thanks for the gift
(Blows kiss)

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very beautiful Adela!
The font was so small I almost missed part of the poem.
Glad I didn't!

Rich

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

An absolutely breathtaking poem. Wonderful writing!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow, you know while i was reading along the long pauses, it's as if i'm also lost in passion, in a wicked mix of helplessness, happiness and hysteria of all the feelings....

powerful!

good job! :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Adela Muresan
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Heya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..

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