Visions Of Angela Gheorghiu
Some poetic phrases regarding the lovely visions of motion which Angela Gheorghiu be on to my eyes.
Ay visions of Angela
be effortless smile with eyes a dark
ruby lips demonstrate boundless joy
as with enthusiasm of child she gazes
Ay visions of Angela
be of grand lady's sensuality
needing nay escort on to carnality
yet be of charm as to entice adoration
thus being how emotions deliver
on to my Angela all which I hold dear
Ay visions of Angela
enjoying repast with grace
raising fork upon tender orifice
or flute of bodily crimson grapes
to lips in cheers of luscious nip
Ay visions of Angela
be ever ornate as she in bravado
remove satin of cover to rose
with care of damsel in act of beauty
pure elegant sensuality in dignity
of grand diva
Ay visions of Angela
stamped in canvas of time and space
delicate deity of femininity
provide symphony on to my sight
as simple movement enchant
peeling silk a black from pale wings
all in charm she bewitch the night
Ay visions of Angela
in slumber of peace she lye
devilish smirk to cherish
coquetry my adulation feeds
for female divine
Ay Angela be ever sophisticated
motions of elegance whilst the most minute
paints delight in air
Angela Gheorghiu's Ride In The Clouds
A poem about the way I see it would be like to be Angela Gheorghiu's lover.
How I sleep at night
uncovered is delight
of my Angela
muscles on display
for my Angela to caress
in hours of slumber
my Angela descend
loving attentions of embrace
wings of silks in shades of beauty
How I sleep at night
visions of Angela
glorious mane as night
homage stars of twilight
Angela with eyes a playful
enchant as ruby lips depict
joy of one ever so tender
on to fantasies of flight
How I awaken
Angela descends with rose a crimson
commence ride of night on cloud to drift
about as on wind of storm
My Angela gliding on white delicacy of sky
whilst thunder thrives
My Angela's nails driving desires
on to my flesh
My Angela inhaling root of passions
all in lustful rage of deity
How I sleep whilst dreams of Angela
prance as pictures of splendor
gazing upon lady of ecstasy
my Angela force divine of Asgard
in adoration of flesh
When I Cried (Dedicated To Angela Gheorghiu)
A poem about making love with tears.
When I cried
desire came in tears
down in despair
all my fears
When I cried
about was emptiness
mine was loneliness
thine warmth lacked shyness
When I cried
clothes we shed
breasts you caressed
kisses my body covered
When I cried
my rose moistened
root of thee ventured
on to desire of my garden
When I cried
wings of mine elevated
acts of passion we created
bodies in lust elated
made we love enchanted
did we when I cried
The Force Of Tranquility
A poem dedicated to the forces of nature which provide us with the tranquility most of us at one point or another crave for in our lives.
The force of tranquility
is the beauty of nature
in the sculpture of a tree
reaching faithfully to infinity
The force of tranquility
gliding in the wind
about the world with originality
inspiration moving passive clouds
along with initiative in mentality
The force of tranquility
in the call of creature tender
of delicacy to harmonies render
in symphony on to emotions
The force of tranquility
lye in spirit of humanity
romantic delight in treasures
artistic ideas enchant pleasures
lovely soul of sensibility
encounters tranquility
My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book "New York's Opera Society". My works also include the books "What Should Not Matter", "Love Your Sister" and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.
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