The proof of brain word of the week (pob-wotw) brought to life the muse in me. I have written poetry here so many times in the past but it seems to fall on deaf ears so to speak. What is a writer/a poet with no one hear or feel the words meant to tease the senses more than the mind.
The dearth of sensuousness here makes me want to run away from here at times. There is a time to be stimulated mentally and that we are almost always. However, we are physical beings with senses too and need to live as the sensuous beings we are meant to be.
The pleasure I feel as I walk in the park or my garden brings to the fore the sensuous being in me. When the cool morning air touches my face it stimulates my senses, makes my blood rush up and makes me tingle in pure delight. The smells of roses, lilies and jasmines transport me mentally to another land and place in time.
The songs of the birds evokes in me a heavenly peace, the sound of running water is pure bliss to me. The warmth of the soft beams on light gently touching me as the sun's rays fall on me kindles those feeling of wonder and awe in my being.
I am as good as a dead person when I don't feel these things in my body and in my emotions. When I cease to be sensitive to the beauty around me I am but a rock. When I put on a dead pan face and live like a machine I cease to be human, I just exist, I am not truly alive.
The sensuous being in me is constantly, gently, nudged and teased by the elements around me. They set my imagination on fire, engulf my senses and inspire me to live with passion and zest to make each day worth while.
And love is (I don't mean lust) a consummation of the emotional, physical, mental and the sensuous aspect of one's being with another who is at the same wavelength.
This poem below was written to be posted here a couple of months ago, but it never saw the light of day due to the lack luster response, the others before had received. It has been gathering dust in my drafts folder until now.
Today I picked it up, polished it to suit the theme and brought it back to life. I hope against hope that your sensuousness will be kindled by my words playing with your imagination and creating a brand new world in the sensuous realm both for you the reader and the writer(me).
Sensuous Obsession
Driven by passion,
Guided by love,
Blinded by obsession,
I am yours now!
My thoughts and desires,
Entwine you all day long,
There is no life apart from you,
You are my melody and my song!
You dominate my being!
Conjure my dreams,
Usurp my imagination,
Fill up my senses,
You are my eternal fascination!
My mind cannot have enough of you,
You are my fatal attraction,
Never break this hold over me,
Be my preoccupation,
As I hold on to you,
Until death do us part.
In your hands,
I am a lyre,
Gently pluck at the strings of my heart,
Awaken my soul,
Tease me until the music ceases,
To be an earthy melody,
Bring heaven to the Earth,
Arouse my senses,
Where I knew none existed
Let me become,
The wholly sensuous being,
Which only you can,
Carve out of me,
Bring me to the place of,
Absolute ecstasy!
Help me rediscover,
The sensitive being in me!
Be my revelation,
Be my guide,
Take me to the land,
Of heavenly bliss,
Shower me with words of love,
As you explore my being,
Let me feel your breath,
Your warmth, your passion,
In your soothing caress.
Let me forget the pain of today,
Transport me to Everland,
Wield your magic over me,
I am yours,
In thoughts,
In emotions,
In spirit,
Sensuously divine!
Thank you for taking the time to read and respond. Have a beautiful day.