by SL Ruth
Your words of longing
Your voice husky and low
Your breath laying whispers
Tenderly against my ear
Lets me hear your desire
Experience your fantasy.
My mind spins,
I flush with the warmth
Of a thousand stars,
Like embers smoldering,
Gathered to explode,
Burning me with the fire
Of your passion.
I sense your presence;
As your voice caresses me
I long for your touch,
For you to burst upon me
As your words have.
In this day of technology there's lots of telephone & text messaging going on. The above poem came to me in a flash several years ago. I haven't changed a word. The poem still refreshes the impression of that single moment when I experienced the emotion. Let me know how it touches you.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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1 comment:
dang - I have tried to correct smildering to smoldering for about twenty minutes - this could ruin the effect of the entire poem!!!
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