If I had my way...
Gorgeous, and transporting 💙
Thank you, Artemisia. 🩵
The oldest of magics!
And most powerful!
Absolutely!!
Love it💜
Thank you, Maralet! 💜💜
Enjoyed listening to you read the poem, Rea!!! Thank you for sharing the audio!
Thank you, Rajani! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This poem has certainly put a spell on me! Have a wonderful New Year!
Good! Happy New Year, Beth!
Nice voiceover!
Thank you, Josh!
Some would say poetry is that magic spell that can ensnare the lover's heart. Those people would be right
They are right, Daniel.
Yes!!!! I love hearing your beautiful voice.
Thank you, Aynsley! : )
Even better with the voice over 😍 Very transporting!
Thank you, Aaron! It didn’t work out as smooth as I wanted it to be. : )
Let’s say it’s in progress for the next time :)
That voiceover...oh my my.
I’m happy you enjoyed it. : )
This is what happens when a writer falls in love with someone. Hahaha
If only I did fall in love. Hahaha!
Reaaa hahaha😂
I've felt this so many times! So relatable.
Thank you, Moorea!
Your poem today Rea, was incredibly sensual; it left me breathless and wanting more ….
Thank you for your lovely reaction, Mark!
This piece feels like someone using the language of spells because ordinary language isn’t big enough to hold their longing.
The candles, moonlight, and whispered incantations read like a heart trying to create a world where desire can finally speak without trembling.
There is something deeply human in wanting to reach another person not just with touch, but with imagination, ritual, and intention.
The “web of desire” feels less like seduction and more like a plea to be understood in the most hidden parts of the self.
Dreams become a refuge where vulnerability can move freely, unashamed and unguarded.
The fire imagery carries tenderness a shared surrender that feels more like trust than danger.
The shifting forms siren, fae, whispering presence reveal a longing to be irresistible not for power, but for connection.
The poem treats desire as something ancient and sacred, a force older than language, carried in breath and heartbeat.
Beneath the enchantment lies a quiet ache: the wish to be held with the same intensity being offered.
What lingers is the sense of someone longing not to possess, but to finally belong in the arms they imagine.
Thank you, Adrião!
In different days, you could have enticed me, but as you know, my heart belongs to another
Oh I know, Adrian.
I will read this again and again.
As you should.
Gorgeous, and transporting 💙
Thank you, Artemisia. 🩵
The oldest of magics!
And most powerful!
Absolutely!!
Love it💜
Thank you, Maralet! 💜💜
Enjoyed listening to you read the poem, Rea!!! Thank you for sharing the audio!
Thank you, Rajani! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This poem has certainly put a spell on me! Have a wonderful New Year!
Good! Happy New Year, Beth!
Nice voiceover!
Thank you, Josh!
Some would say poetry is that magic spell that can ensnare the lover's heart. Those people would be right
They are right, Daniel.
Yes!!!! I love hearing your beautiful voice.
Thank you, Aynsley! : )
Even better with the voice over 😍 Very transporting!
Thank you, Aaron! It didn’t work out as smooth as I wanted it to be. : )
Let’s say it’s in progress for the next time :)
That voiceover...oh my my.
I’m happy you enjoyed it. : )
This is what happens when a writer falls in love with someone. Hahaha
If only I did fall in love. Hahaha!
Reaaa hahaha😂
I've felt this so many times! So relatable.
Thank you, Moorea!
Your poem today Rea, was incredibly sensual; it left me breathless and wanting more ….
Thank you for your lovely reaction, Mark!
This piece feels like someone using the language of spells because ordinary language isn’t big enough to hold their longing.
The candles, moonlight, and whispered incantations read like a heart trying to create a world where desire can finally speak without trembling.
There is something deeply human in wanting to reach another person not just with touch, but with imagination, ritual, and intention.
The “web of desire” feels less like seduction and more like a plea to be understood in the most hidden parts of the self.
Dreams become a refuge where vulnerability can move freely, unashamed and unguarded.
The fire imagery carries tenderness a shared surrender that feels more like trust than danger.
The shifting forms siren, fae, whispering presence reveal a longing to be irresistible not for power, but for connection.
The poem treats desire as something ancient and sacred, a force older than language, carried in breath and heartbeat.
Beneath the enchantment lies a quiet ache: the wish to be held with the same intensity being offered.
What lingers is the sense of someone longing not to possess, but to finally belong in the arms they imagine.
Thank you, Adrião!
In different days, you could have enticed me, but as you know, my heart belongs to another
Oh I know, Adrian.
I will read this again and again.
As you should.