A Virgin – Heather Mirassou

Her skin pink and satin

Trapped nude in a secret vault

I lavish her sweetly

She moans and begins to quiver

Her dazzling sapphire eyes

Swoon over me

I whimper

A virgin begins to charm

Like a candle made of potion

A rare ruby shinning

Dances in the mirror

Subtly hypnotizing

She tastes like sugar and honeycomb

Her taught fingers

Caressing languorously

Sunset like a fire

Engulfs me

The evening torrents

An aphrodisiac

We tremble into oblivion

In exotic bliss

As my charmed jewel

Lies with me


About Heather Mirassou

I am a writer and poet. I am a mother of two young men and married to my sweetheart. I live on a ranch and farm walnuts. I love to garden, read and spend time with my dogs. Writing to me is as essential as breathing... I'm a Hippie at Heart and Cowgirl in Spirit! Poetry is my Passion, Wine is my Bloodline! I am also a sixth-generation member of America's Oldest Winemaking Family, Mirassou. Thank you for visiting my Poetry Soul Closet. With a Smile, Heather Mirassou
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One Response to A Virgin – Heather Mirassou

  1. You described an unforgettable experience, for both.

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