Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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My name is Heather Mirassou and I come from America’s Oldest Winemaking Family, I have been writing poetry since I was twelve years old. My favorite poet at the time was Leo Buscaglia, who writes about love. I sent him a letter and a few of my poems and he wrote back rewarding me with a signed book of poetry and an inspirational letter. He said I was a NATURAL POET and I should continue writing poetry and learn and practice as much as I could. I will always remember his influence on my writing and my will to follow in his footsteps. The symbolic interpretation of my last name, Mirassou is: > Mirror of the soul >One who reflects within >The watcher of light >A woman who sees truth beneath the surface

  • A Virgin – by Heather Mirassou

    A Virgin – by Heather Mirassou

    Her skin pink and satinTrapped nude in a secret vault.I lavish her sweetlyShe moans and begins to quiver.Her dazzling sapphire eyesSwoon over meI whimper.A virgin begins to charmLike a candle made of potion.A rare ruby shinningDances in the mirrorSubtly hypnotizing.She tastes like sugar and honeycomb.Her taught fingersCaressing languorously.Sunset like a fireEngulfs me.The evening torrentsAn aphrodisiac.We…

  • My Darling Lover – by Heather Mirassou

    My DarlingYour fingertipsThe Slightest touchMy skin ripplingGoose bumps ariseLike prickly pearsGive way to Sizzling fireA Desperate acheA Primitive desireMy Neck becomesA Bountiful harvestTaste of SweetNectarI Lay in waitBegging youBlowing breathYour tongueTingling of heatMy BodyAn HourglassFull of Voluptuous curvesMy Gentle bosomSoft as silkElectrifying splendorBlood pulsatingTaught and tightHypnotizing ecstasyYour BodyPleading meBy Perfect designMy delightOur Madness penetratesA Primitive…

  • Garden Affair – by Heather Mirassou

    Garden Affair – by Heather Mirassou

    I inhale Your Intoxicating fragrance Pheromones entice Lingering passion Sun and sky sweet I am delirious Dancing in your Wakening melodies Bouquet of pearly white peaks I Awake In your quicksand soil Scattering seeds Delicate sea legs Wobbly wooden stalks Germinating roots I am a newborn flower Porcelain Fragile, Fertile foliage I swallow Your clear spring geyser Brisk diamond water…

  • Body Wide Open – by Heather Mirassou

    Her breasts translucentHer nipples erectHer hips wide and curvyThey smell of lifeHer lips searchingHe stiffensHis mustache debonairShe chases him as they sit togetherHis lips voluptuousThey know where to goHis eyes mesmerizingShowing strengthPalm to palmWaiting for her to feelHer heart wide openShe opens to releaseWhat he is asking forThey pour togetherShe catches himShe sings a love…

  • Making Love to a Marlboro – by Heather Mirassou

    Nearly naked exceptA dangling Marlboro cigaretteExpertly stroking his loverFingers caress a slender bodyMethodically engulfing aromaThe sweet smell of sexSwollen lips surroundWaves of rapture quiverEyelashes and eyeballs flutterSinking into oblivionHead bobbing like a pendulumSavoring his lustInhaling smoke languidlySucking every last toxin