Purple Pages

By Rosa Christian

Passionate, playful, painful and sometimes psychotic.
We all have been the happy recipients or sad victims of relationships in love/lust in all her many forms.
Here the author explores this most wondrous, life-affirming and yet sometimes destructive emotion.
Do you see yourself in the mirror's reflection?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rosa Christian
• Release date: Mar 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466156562

Rosa Christian

Rosa Christian came to the writing of poetry rather late in life, after her children struck out on their own journeys. She has regularly won or placed in poetry competitions since that time. She has self-published, “My Fish Loves Me”, a collection of her early works and “Australia...my heart”, inspired by a recent solo, driving holiday around Australia. She has her Master of Arts (Writing) from James Cook University, Townsville. She continues to write - poetry, short stories and currently 2 Psychological Crime novels and 2 Fantasy/Scifi novels.

Book preview

An Old Story

The lecherous wind shivers with excitement

as he lifts the virgin forest’s skirt.

His hands pulling roughly at her top

he listens to her sighed response,

while she sways to his sensuous touch.

He smells her full, fertile mustiness,

as he accesses her hidden, private paths;

Touching where none have touched before.

She dresses in her gold and red best.

His breath rasps and whistles, as he has his way.

Slowly he withdraws, whispering that he'll be back.

She is left naked under Winter's harsh glare;

Starkly bereft, no modesty allowed;

So even he, in this his iciest of moods,

covers her with a soft, white blanket.

Awakening

Petal soft touch whispers down my spine;

Skin shivers in delighted response;

Heart skips, thuds, then races away;

Lips smile and part on a sigh;

Eyelids lift lazily revealing smoky orbs;

Muscles tense, quiver, waiting breathlessly,

‘Come,’ you say, ‘Come and be mine.’

---

I turn languidly into waiting arms;

Reaching up to draw you willing down;

Urging you to continue the love dance;

Arching, my soft against your hard;

Galloping headlong together into sweet oblivion;

Exploding, sweating, sighing at journey's end;

Drifting slowly down, as our world calms.

Younger Man

He was a younger man.

I was more than old enough

to know better.

Laughter brought us together.

He was tall and slim,

had a certain air about him.

Every woman there was aware

of his strong, bare arms,

his easy charms.

---

We had little in common,

our eyes met and locked,

I couldn’t