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Monday, 23 June 2014


Within the belly of a
greed driven man, lies void of discontent
Yet grateful is a hungry
man... when he eats

Debbie Razey

Nightmare (crown cinquain)

hooves thunder in
the small hours of the night
They echo furiously in
both her
head and
awaiting his return
Her master; from which, she cannot,
dare not,
try hide
His wrath, she fears
He does demand her will
She is his servant to control;
Locked up,
imprisoned in
castle of their once love
Their love tainted by jealousy
...his fear
Dream lifts
she's awakened
feverishly she stirs
She knows this nightmare will return

© Debbie Razey 2014


Let me
kiss your neck's nape
work gently down your spine
and run my fingers through your hair

My shape
casts fine shadows
on your dimly lit wall
every curve accentuated're mine

enraptured now
enveloped in my scent
high; drunk on passon's elixir

I am
lost in you as
you are lost within me
 entwined, our bodies thus unite

in each other's
hot sweet pools of desire
our skin glows, it shines, it glistens's dew

Our dance
grows in tempo
drums echo in my ears
our bodies vibrate, pulse quickly
throb... yearn

Your hands
cascade over
my lust-dripping body;
we crescendo to ecstasy

© Debbie Razey 2014