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Ripples From An Unburdened Nature

Silence fills the room, and for the first time
We become blinded by an undefineable restraint of reciprocity.
Her beauty quenches the sizzling air.
Uneasily, I cannot stop staring at this
Picture of raw sensuality,
Ripples from an unburdened nature.
Unholy Madonna!
Her hair shadows an unsettled face,
As she tilts her head and feigns a schoolgirl’s stance.
Emotions gush forth
From deep within the well of my empty soul,
Drowning all inhibitions.
Sleek fawn!
Gorgeous illusion!
Reticently, the inner calms the outer.
“Don’t give in to this princess who rules
Only within the hearts of men”!

Silence fills the room, and for the first time
We become blinded by an undefineable restraint of reciprocity.
Her beauty quenches the sizzling air.
Uneasily, I cannot stop staring at this
Picture of raw sensuality,
Ripples from an unburdened nature.
Unholy Madonna!
Her hair shadows an unsettled face,
As she tilts her head and feigns a schoolgirl’s stance.
Emotions gush forth
From deep within the well of my empty soul,
Drowning all inhibitions.
Sleek fawn!
Gorgeous illusion!
Reticently, the inner calms the outer.
“Don’t give in to this princess who rules
Only within the hearts of men”!

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By Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.

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