Archive for April, 2013

Steal a glimpse.
Follow the eyes where they lead.
Pause,
Appreciate the silence…
That syncs two heartbeats together, that amplifies a trembling breath,
a sigh,
that escapes,
and diffuses into warmth.
Crawl aside, and within.
Trace, the outlines of her existence,
Slide upon sweaty palms,
Up to the edges of her face,
Watch her cheeks round up,
Blush,
in a faint demure…
As fingers roll over,
Tracing down her chin
And Up the lips
That presses letters of your name
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Tapping into History

Posted: April 14, 2013 in Egypt, Travel
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Habu Temple. Luxor Egypt

Let your children scribble on the walls; maybe one day their art will stand as mighty as this is!

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Habu’s Temple. Luxor, Egypt

Cheeks, rounding up in a faint blush of pink as a smile softly stretches across.
A name, pressed on lips of cherry red…
And it leaves a taste of subtle sweetness that seeps into relics of a restless mind.
A pounding heart, escapes a breath that floats strings of tangled hair, upon a lust; so feeble in its presence, so potent in its burning ache.
Eyes, shuttered, upon a figure as memories drain life into its existence.
Heart still pounds, name still pressed and lust still stings…
Yet I still deny myself the right to feel.
Anything, if anything at all.

Precious, you once were.

Precious, your memory is.

Precious, what I felt will always be.
If you have forgotten, I’m grateful memory has cast its mercy upon your ache of remembrance.
If you haven’t, like myself, I’m thankful memory has paved us a lane to meet… To steal a glimpse into a time, so timeless, before consciousness seeps guilt upon the forbidden pleasure we both never ceased to sin; remembrance.
I still remember,
because precious, I once promised to keep you.