An Intoxicating Woman Poem by Uriah Hamilton

An Intoxicating Woman

Rating: 5.0


The rapture imparted
By your tender smile
And blue inviting eyes
Is astonishing and consuming!
What man could kiss your mouth
And not be lost for eternity
With love for you?
What man who ever felt
Your warm breath upon his chest
Could do anything less
Than breathe heavy sighs thereafter
Whenever you escaped his sight?

I haven’t desired you for an afternoon,
I want more than a rendezvous
In an hotel room,
More than slowly removing your skirt
One time as excitedly and nervously
As a child on his first day at school:
I want to kiss the nape of your neck
For a never-ending mystical epoch,
I want to hold your breasts
Like a saint cleansing his soul
Touching holy water!

You think I speak insanely
Like a drunkard inflamed with wine!
You laugh like I’ll forget these words
Tomorrow when I’m sober!
As long as you walk in this world
As an intoxicating woman
With movements so elegantly graceful
As to enslave the attention
Of both men and women,
I’ll never be sober!
I’ll always be a raving madman
Falling at your feet
In fits of desperate infatuation!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Declan McHenry 28 July 2006

Uriah, Uriah! A true troubadour. Wonderful.

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Ernestine Northover 28 July 2006

Oh, goodness gfracious me, steady on lad, this is hot stuff indeed. Very well written and very sizzling to read. Excellent. Love Ernestine XXX

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Marta Z 14 January 2012

I'm under the impression of your remarkable style of writing. Your talent is undeniable. Keep inspiring us with your exceptional work

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Linda Ori 05 August 2006

Ok.....strawberry wine again? Lovely sentiment and such romantic words - how could anyone refuse such sweet nectar? You do write a passionate plea, Uriah. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and also in his soul. Linda

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This brought a shiver to my spine. I'm just familiarising myself with my work and it is clear to me you are one of the most romantic souls and talented wordsmiths on this site. Another stunner of a piece, Uriah. t x

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Esther Leclerc 31 July 2006

WOOOOOO! ! ! Love without passion is pretty dead... Uriah, even when you are cold in the grave, you will still be full of fiery emotion! (Cherish the beloved, but dispense with the pedestal - my two cents.) The second stanza, esp. the second half, is magic.

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Alison Cassidy 28 July 2006

Uriah, This is passionate stuff, brilliantly written. The 'over the top' delivery is perfect for the 'intoxication' you experience. love, Alison xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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