Dream

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group



Life in the old Montmartre,

to drink to Love and Life,

to share lust with artists,

blend into their paintings,

oblivious to space and time.

To live for love and lust,

to love and lust so as to live,

to lose and win with a smile,

to love a writer, seduce men

and also turn down a prince.

To live in spiralling pleasure,

to linger in fading minutes,

to dance through the night,

just to welcome the sunrise,

inebriated with new beginnings.



Submitted: November 23, 2021

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puellalove

Well well written. Not using any word including sex, u trigger lots of sexual feelings...what a life... a good life...

Fri, November 26th, 2021 2:56am

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Wow, Puella, thanks a lot for your words! Love, Lizzie.

Fri, November 26th, 2021 5:24am

DampKitten

So professional! Just wow to this! The final line is so all encompassing, both literally and figuratively. It's a double entendre within the realm of this setting.

Every moment is a new beginning when you live for today, for this very second - when you turn down a prince to make love to a writer, when you blend into a painting and are frozen forever as brush strokes in the mind's eye of an artist. Art is love. Art is life. Art is exuberance.

One of your most amazing poems to date...

Mon, November 29th, 2021 12:14am

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