Aristotle's Passion

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.

Aristotle
(One of the greatest philosophers of all time)

Aristotle’s Passion

The midnight skies hear the reverberates of our beautiful endearments
We kissed the sun, floating among clouds
Atop the stars, I harken unto the casting shadows of the taste of your passion  
Hear the strings of my heart playing for you  

With tender care, you are there  
Slowly close your eyes, feel the rhythm of our souls  
Dancing in the sweetest surrender I submit unto  
Pull me into the embrace of your deepest desires  

Whisper my name as you call out in the blanket of celestial’s wishes  
Covet me in your passion  
Allow your palm to slowly glide over the soft wonderous of me  
As our souls beautifully dance in and out of time  

Your sluggish touch exploring the suppleness of my skin  
My pores feeling the ache of its turbulent relief  
I fall into the Utopia of its grace  
You call, I come into your mind for which I submit  

Cloaking us in the elasticity of its rapture  
Lay me among the stars  
Gently divide my awaiting passion as you awaken me to you, only you  
Escalate into the divinity of my Chi, encircling within me the bliss of tsunami’s ecstasy  

Spinning us in a tender halo of infinity
Sliding deeper into abyss of my sensuous Luna you sink  
Beaming me with faint touches of enchantment
Taking my mind higher, my body falling from the weakness of the astral pleasure  

Floating on a cosmic drift, closer we mesh into one, clenching in the partaking as we give  
Tasting in each other the mysticism of ecstasy we outcry as we take  
The Heavens witnessing the blending of ravenous souls, feasts of yearns we merge  
Kissing the bed of emotions for which we interlace  

Asunder we grief
I’ve inhaled the scent of you, my skin has ingrained its luster  
In the midst of time you’ve clothed the nakedness of my needs  
Let my feet touch earth my mind still spinning in your reality  

Fantasy engulfing the epitome of our souls  
Allowing the shadow of my spirit to run away in the forgotten merriment of you  
Sense me in the quantum leap of time oh thy Aristotle


Submitted: December 01, 2020

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