‘This Sensuous Language of Love’: A Life Circle and Seductive Poem of Hope: About Love and the Attraction of No Words

‘This Sensuous Language of Love’: A Life Circle and Seductive Poem of Hope: About Love and the Attraction of No Words; by Pearldiver. It is amazing how non verbal communication can and often does create the scene and the ongoing basis of some incredibly sensual relationships. There are many times throughout any day that calls for a smile, a hand signal, which of course is read without words, dependent on other information, including what digits were used. We know this style of non verbal communication because we learn it from our peers at early ages. But when it comes to learning the sensuous language of love that is contained within a whole different set of signals; we generally find that even our peers fall short in their knowledge.

Not everyone can pick up on what’s going on, non verbally, between two people as the art of seduction calls for certain subtleties, which are responded to in; you guessed it, more subtleties. Women tend to be the better of the sexes at giving and receiving body language signals. There are many subtle non verbal signs that flow at any party, in any mixed working environment; in fact anywhere.  Unless they really understand women, most guys really do struggle to read the messages and often completely miss the opportunity to play one of the most seductive games they’ll ever (if they're lucky) experience! It is after all a game that was invented by a very smart set of women! Exclusive invitation only... So hit the books or take the time to study the beauty of the moves... if you can!

Oh yes, don’t go out there looking for any single sign, because you won’t read it correctly. You need to be looking for a sequence of signs and events. Did I mention that you also need to be able to read what is and what isn’t being staged and most importantly; the power of the glint in your possible future lover’s eyes?  Beyond that; I am not going to say anymore. I have always loved the game, I learnt it very early in my life and well, please enjoy; this sensuous language of love; by Pearldiver.

© Copyright 2010 Pearldiver @ Poems of Hope.com with all rights reserved.

Am I so wrong being such a man?

For catching that playful glint in your eyes

Unseen by busy others in the room

Sent by that playful, teasing moon

To catch only the eye of one who

Spoke the language of glint in a glance

Fluently, seductively, silently to you

Secretly, shamelessly in front of the faces

Of all those standing between us here

Can average lovers describe those moments?

Perhaps it is best to not ask, best, they not try

But just take the intensity and warmly smile (te quiero)

Take the stirring excitement and damply touch (te amo)

Full lips gently against our wine glasses and glance

Our sign, unseen, that from this moment on (estoye loco por ti)

We are entwined in this lover’s madness

Secretly, shamelessly oblivious too

Dancing past the blurred faces around us

Do words actually exist for others to learn?

This subtle, sensuous language of glint

Oh yes, it requires playful confidence

Found only in moonlit lashes, the scent

Of a beautiful woman left to stand alone

That split second where her vulnerability

Is exposed, needing to be unseen, or rescued

By only the fluency of glinting eyes, seductively

Silently, masterly in this body language of lovers

Was I so wrong being such a lover?

I have lived only for and by the teasing moon

A silent quest to love such lovely strangers

Receptive lovers of glint and spontaneity alike

All know the answers, they know the thrill

I met you this way, we both knew the heights we'd share

We both knew that we never had to speak, in words

In any moon, in any crowd, alone, seeking moonlit glinting eyes

That look, that scent, taste, that intense forbidden rush, I've shared

Playful, teasing moon catch her eyes so

Catch them glinting, each day we live as lovers

Dancing in our lover’s world, past the years blurred

Carry our secrets, our desires throughout all time

So if time shows, only our faces and hearts so old

Then playful, teasing moon always let new lovers dream

Tell them of our secret love, our lives and why, there's glint in every moonbeam...

*Pearldiver*

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