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SUSAN JOHNSTON OWEN-JAZZ  /  SITE OWNER/MUSICIAN, WRITER,ARTIST, ELEMENTARY AND SPECIAL EDUCATION TEACHER (RETIRED)

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LOVE AND ROMANCE

POETRY-LOVE AND ROMANCE

Susan Johnston Owen ©

 

 


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Alone

Dressed in a gown of cobalt,
is she a temptress to him?
Reddish curls flow down her back
mounting her horse of snow,
escaping her lonely lair.

Their love forbidden
attempts not to care,
he is more than a dare.
Meeting in dense mossy woods
in secrecy; alone, wild, longing.

She gasps with the site of him,
he grabs her midair,
stealing her breath.
Not permitted to be with him;
his eyes of lust dare a deeper touch.

He's brought his presence,
ceasing is hopeless for both.
Muscular, strong from work,
his existence makes her quake.

As their bodies slide into the water,
nothing will hold them back.
While the sun, falls he lifts her
to rest by his side,
wrapped in his cloak,
she sighs against her lonely life.

He must depart once more.
Her breath falls heavy on his chest
as they attempt to part.
Desiring to remain,
he strokes her hair,
in a promise to return.

Sjo/jazz © 2013


 

 

ILLUSION

Sliding his hand lovingly down her back she felt him

caressing the curve of her hip, smooth of her thigh.

Sleep escaped from her body as it responded to this.

Turning, she saw a smile of lust longing to be returned.

 

Her hand reached to touch the bristles of his beard,

it had been her dream to awaken with this desired love.

Gently she began pulling him toward her warm awaiting body,

in the brief moment between sleep and awake she was deceived.

 

Once again she would lie alone, tricked by her foolish mind.

Their time together had never been real only her fantasy.

Her honor had been damaged with dishonesty, trust was gone.

He knew of her tender heart, why did he choose to break it?

© 2010 SUSAN JOHNSTON OWEN

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Woodland Dreams

 

© Susan Johnston Owen

The fullness of the moon
gave just enough light,
for him to gaze at her
naked silhouette, near the pond.
Unaware of her unwanted intruder,
she sinks into the depth of the water.
Her body flows as her hair floats,
billowing in the touch, easing her mind.

Glorious legs rise to the top,
as she does a dance meant
to lighten her day long past.
Slowly twirling in the water,
her body erupts to the surface
displaying breasts of perfection,
which drive him to weep.

Never meaning to intrude into her space,
she has wandered into his only world.
Unable to reveal his presence he watches,
her beauty would deny the horror of his face.
He walks away to dream of this unattainable love.

sjo/jazz



HER

 

Cumulus clouds surround his lustful thoughts

as he succumbs to the wiles of the temptress fair.

Lured by magnificent beauty one rarely sees,

for the first time the games he plays are wrong.

 

The loveliness she exudes comes from within

the clouds once blocking his good reason clear.

The totality of her being completes his quest.

All of his desires have been fulfilled within,  “HER”.

Susan Johnston Owen

9/2010 ©


 

Pool of Temptation

 

Walking aimlessly, looking for nothing in particular,
she is drawn in by a luxurious, warm pool of comfort.
It gives her interest, showing intensity of its' mood.
Calm and still, the water had remained satisfied, content.
Why was it beginning to stir with growing strength?
Not willing to stagnate it was to be a powerful force.

Wishing to dive into its' consuming depths, she lingers.
The inability to calm her fear is too hard to overcome.
Remaining on the shore, filled with torturous cravings
the water is increasingly anxious for her entrance.
Soon, this once calm pool will erupt in uncontrolled urges.

Will she be able to elude the strong undertow, forbidden?
As she ponders her yearnings, conscience holds her on land.
She tempted the deepening pool, longing to grab her being.
Confused by responsibilities, she retreats to the familiar.
Tossing, turning, unable to sleep, the pool calls her name.

The pounding she hears is her aching heart, hungering to feed.
When the pressure subsides from her surroundings, she tries.
Slowly dropping her gown to reveal her total nakedness,
her toes and legs feel rightly enveloped by the water
as it slowly caresses her thighs and buttocks, feeling right.

Her breasts shine in the glow of dusk to give into all;
pent up passions will be loosed in awesome wonder to
feed whirling water which enters her caverns of delight.
Blanketed in emotions thought long ago to have slowly died,
all feelings, touches, passions, are proved in satisfaction

Pushed, hurried or troubled, she will drown and die of guilt.
The pond will not be made to languish alone, release will be his.

sjo/jazz 3/3/2010

© Susan Johnston Owen

 



Moonlight Dreams
As the moon rises tonight,
once again miles divide us.
Although we are not near,
the beauty of the sky
is our connection to share.

My heart is longing to be
near the glory of you.
The magical luna lights
a path to join lover’s souls.
Twilight falls gently as a kiss.

If Selene rises tonight,
know that I am watching too.
As our eyes drift toward sleep;
we will lie under the same light,
dreaming of wishes coming true.
© Susan Johnston Owen
sjo/jazz

 

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