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Chance has placed them in each other’s path, and their encounter is captured through powerful erotic poetry.
Through the eyes of our poets, we follow them on an emotional journey through life. As we delve deep into their souls, we share their joys and heartbreaks, their passions and lusts. The poetry is written in the raunchy style you’ve come to love from these writers, and now all they ask is you take the plunge, and indulge in ‘Iniquitous Solace’ – their ‘Rhythmic Words of Lust and Love.’
For any of you unfamiliar with Gavriel’s poetry, you are truly missing out on an incredible talent. I’d invite you to correct that, as quickly as possible
Also, I just became aware that Mr. Navarro is a contributor in an upcoming collection of Glosa poetry, “Dead to Rights“, by Canadian poet Alain C. Dexter. Now, in case you only blink once at that, consider the fact that Gavriel’s work will be featured alongside the likes of Herman Melville, Edgar Allen Poe, and John Milton. There. Bet that got your attention
Mr. Navarro started following my blog recently, and as I always do, I slid over to his site, to see what I could see…
What I saw was some truly fabulous poetry and artwork. I spent the next several minutes browsing about, and I’ll be back very soon to look around a bit more.
Below is a sample of what I found, for your enjoyment. If you care to, you can see it for yourself at http://gavrielmuse.com/
You already know my secrets…
There is no serene journey
even less, discrete steps
my voice moistens the rain
without avoiding your loving heart
growing among the virtues
of a generous body
where my hands found respite
and there is no such ideal world
in the innocence where we lived,
away from honour, delicious
as the rubbing between skin and silk
leaving behind the spirit of innocence
silent as a witness of our love….
Ya tu sabes mi secretos…
no hay camino sereno
mucho menos, pasos discretos
mi voz humedece a la lluvia
sin eludir tu corazón amante
creciendo entre las virtudes
de un cuerpo generoso
donde mi manos hallaron respiro
y es que no hay tal mundo ideal
en la inocencia donde habitábamos,
lejos del honor, deliciosos
como el roce entre piel y seda
dejando atrás al espíritu de la inocencia
como testigo silente de nuestro amor…