An ancient voice

A mere whisper
tongues gently
Lips pleading
Eyes awakening
Essence bleeding
into essence
as unity is formed
on the abandoned
screams of need
passion glistening
desire dancing
Love transcending
spirits kissing…

Spirits, lost in a
abandoned need,
found among
the lost fragments
of essence
and seed…

An ancient tongue
calling me home.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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