Starfall

Abandoned soul, down on my knees
whispering prayers,
the past resurrected,
forever left wanting the memory of You

Perpetual twilight, starfall rising
stringing pearls across the velvet night
fleeting shadows drenched in ink
write the unspoken

(Do You feel my words?)

Your fingertips brushed against mine,
my gaze cannot be ripped away
from Your mystic eyes, breathlessly
suspended between heartbeats

Unnamed emotions coursing through
my veins spilling into Your soul,
the virtue of audacity as You understand
my unspoken

Salvation

— Valentyna Holloway

Forbidden Love Songs

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Torn Heart’s Desire

Green grass touching sand
clouds pouring towards the shoreline;
the abstract way seagulls
hang against the waves
and compliment the sun.
Hair spilling down her bare back
as she watches the frame
photograph it’s colours
into a monochrome memory
of days fragranced with lilac
in Eliot’s cruelest month.
Her heart torn and hanging
while the waves crash
and the seabirds sing
the intrinsic harmony

of a healing heart.

— Valentyna Holloway

The Ripped Notebook Series

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This Is The After Of Our Before

Soft kisses drawn across still quaking
flesh, heartbeats tangled in the subsiding
pulse of passion.
(closer)
This is the after of our before.

Hands slipping together, fingertips mingling like
salt water and the shore as the slowing waves
bring murmured declarations of love.
(inhale)
This is the after of our before.

Legs slowly moving, hips merged rising
and falling in the quivering dance as the
thrum of the storm turns to peaceful calm.
(exhale)
This is the after of our before.

Breathing deeply in the contentment
of satiated desire, your name purrs
off of my lips as I feel your smile.
(elysium)
This is the after of our before.

  • Valentyna Holloway

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Beatitude

My Seraphim Angel, love of all my lives past:
Who safeguards my immortal soul from distress
You grabbed hold of my heart, I remain steadfast;
Like a ship anchored to the Heaven’s essence
Your tender words awakened my consciousness.
Hold me close, through the eternal hours,
as I Worship at Your altar faithfully – my weakness;
Me, a masterpiece created by Your love from broken art
Radiant with Your wings wrapped around my beating heart.

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Sublime Emotion

Disarming eyes and a playful smile, You slipped into my
heart and captured focus of my blind devotion.
I know You love me by the stroke of Your hands on my skin,
Your grip firm with intent flowing from Your fingertips.
Shimmering satin slips to the ground in the softest whisper
of inhibitions are tossed aside.
Exquisite tears of joy escape as I cover Your body with
the voluptuous touch of my kisses.
A thrum of hedonistic delight through Your veins and a
monarchy of roses sigh softly their petals are saved.
The sublime emotion drawn from arcane love.

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Beloved Ashes

We came from the beloved ashes of a star
that sacrificed it’s life so that it may experience love,
and to the beloved ashes of a star we shall return.
Mingled eternally as unforgotten stardust love.
We are not time’s fools You and I.
Like the star that granted us life we wait patiently
and bask in the sparks of stardust that sear Your soul
to mine. A glimmer of hope that shines inside.
Unable to be broken by mere mortals
for it was a Divine gift from the Heavens.

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Three Words

Oh how I crave
for You to say my name,
as I utter with
the delicacy of my voice
the three words
I long to tell You the most.
To feel You caress my lips
with the fleeting whisper
of Your fingertips
before I am consumed
by Your kiss. As You
stitch the gaping wound
in my heart left by an
explosion of delicate moths.
And then, I stop.
I look into Your eyes,
I say Your name,
and I intentfully tell You
those three words~
Again.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

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