The bedside lamp pulls
languorous waves of amber.
cresting, falling,
dancing down the curve of your back.
Light and shadow merge
Tracing each rise,
each fall of your breath.
I feel your want
Barely a whisper
Burning undertow.
Take me in.
Sheets.
Fresh, new.
Sweat. Heat.
Skin, sliding on skin.
Soaked.
Darkened stillness of the night.
Hungry shadows
Faintest light.
Surrender to the undertow, my love.
Take us in
Don’t let go.
5 comments:
Very nice Spot. Needed a cigarette after reading that one.
Tee hee, tee hee... sex poem!
Somebody got some last night...!!!
mint - welcome! thank you, perhaps i should consider a career writing porn. or not.
jay - i was writing about a new waterbed that er..sprung a leak... truly, really, i swear! :)
You're a wet tease, spot. You're giving me ideas already... lol!
you described the moments i had. i really love the poem. keep on writing...(although it'll make me melancholy).
- lotsachi
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