Namida also wrote a few sensual poems as her innocence disappeared and she discovered passion.
A touch
Building, slowly, strong energy of foreign nature
Making nervous, unease, anticipation of something
No words put to it, thinking, feeling, sensations
A sudden touch, shivers runs down a spine, trembling
Confusing emotions, attractions, a demand unknown?
Questions arise, not knowing answers, passing feelings?
A foreboding, a perception, of something to happen
Was it that, to know, to acknowledge, attractions
Thinking, feeling, uncertain of knowledge, is love?
A fleeting moment of thrill, shivering by thought
Words spoken made soft, tore down defences, slowly
The heart knows its place, the body suddenly confused
A power of heart, of magnetism, sending shivers down
Trembling lightly, remembering the touch, fearful
A moments weakness of temptation, what is this you do?
Petals
Gentle breezes makes the petals tremble
Caresses with light touches of sunlight
Warm drops of dew settles slowly upon
Hungrily petals open widely, recieving
Gentle strokes of wind brushes a leaf
Slowly making it shiver in sheer delight
Softly it rises, extending upward to see
Feeling the grazing touch of soft winds
A drop falls suddenly, gasping sharply
Petals folds around a warm drop of water
Embracing it, holding closely what is dear
Taking in to delight, treasuring, giving
Under the touch of the light, breezes stroke
Trembling slowly, shivering violently, ready
Only waiting, to receive, to give, completely
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