Poet’s Eyes

Hands in paint
Fingertips aching
Dripping
With artistic desire
To paint
The indescribable

As I embrace
Your nakedness
Physical and emotional
With my poet’s eyes

Rationality abandoned
Senses awakened
I surrender to the unknown
For my heart is my guide
And love is my gravity

Hands in paint
Fingertips aching
Dripping
With ardor and fervor

I watch you
Come alive
Through my poet’s eyes

© Noora (2013)

Morning Glow

As timeless
As the Sun’s blaze
Your smile
Upon mine

The dawn paints
The blissful sky
With soft hues
Of Aurora’s blush

As we embrace
Quietly
Lovingly
Like the morning dew
That lingers
On waking flowers

Warm rays
Of your smiling heart
Surround me
Fill me
With pure beauty

In the morning glow
We are nourished
Calm
Like the sea
After a nocturnal storm

Skin melting into skin
Lips searching for
Their resting place
We discover
The great truth

The eternity
Of your eyes
Meets mine

© Noora

Original: 2011, edited: 2013

Our Symphony

Two silhouettes
Bathe
In the fragile moonlight

Dreamy glances
Play an inviting
Yet silent prelude
Until the breathless sighs
Begin to echo
In the stillness

Ascending anticipation
Increasing need
To play the symphony
That never
Grows old
But always vibrates
Within us

Our hearts drum in unison
With each
Yearning beat
A passionate masterpiece
Gets louder and stronger
Like a midnight thunder

Beautifully orchestrated
Crescendo
Unfolds
The finale

Smoothly
Devotedly
Fiercely

Quivering in harmony
We outshine the moon

© Noora

The Senses of Love

Your breathless whisper
In my ear
Sensuous notes
Of love and lust
This is what my heaven
Sounds like

The sunrise
In your eyes
As we tie a lovers’ knot
In body and soul
This is what my heaven
Looks like

The heat
Of your bare body
Resting upon mine
As we enjoy our lazy day
This is what my heaven
Feels like

The flavor
Of your desire
On my lips
Making me yours – completely
This is what my heaven
Tastes like

The aroma
Of your smooth skin
Filling the air
With pure seduction
This is what my heaven
Smells like

Together We Are Poetry

You don’t speak
Yet I hear
Every word
From the quickening beat
Of your heart

Your beautiful nakedness
Is a canvas
Under my fingertips

With devoted brushes
Adoring strokes
I cover you up
With my love

Your smooth skin
Is my treasure map
To the hills and pathways
I want to explore
Again
And again

Like a prophet
I want to declare
The timeless mystery
That lies
In your alluring eyes

Let me bathe
In your beauty
And drown
In the depths of you
Again and again

Together we are poetry

© Noora

Purple Passion

A silent moment
Naked and defenseless

The blushing morning sun
Burns
With purple passion

My body aches
To be caressed
Explored
By your searching lips
Your name is written
On my skin

How I miss the way
You hold me
In your loving arms
After you’ve showed me heaven

My muse,
There is no reason
Left to speak
Except to declare
My eternal love for you

I quiver
When your name
Blooms
On my lips

You are my home
I want to spend
The rest of my life
Harbored
In your arms

© Noora (2011)

Sensual Hysteria

Sensual Hysteria

Be my muse
Healing and damaging
Inspiration
For the lost poet

Re-invent me
Ignite a lyrical fire
Of fiery verses
With an invisible touch

Lure me
With your allurement
Heal my grieving heart
Before shattering it
Unexpectedly

Whisper seductive nonsense
Into my ear
Take me
Under your power
And make love to me
Passionately
With your mind

But
Don’t you dare
To announce
You love me
Give me
Sensual hysteria
Instead

© Noora