You
July 8, 2007
Your breath. Its smell. Its sound.
Your bosom — heaving against my breast.
Your hair, scattered on my face.
Your smile as you pull yourself away
Never letting me go.
Your body as it touches my soul.
Your skin — my sweetest, silken dream.
Your touch, the cool sea breeze.
Your fingers as you clasp, caress.
Never let me go.
Your eyes. Their warm black depths.
Your tears — on my face as you rest.
Your lips, quivering against mine.
Your silent sobs as you push away,
Pulling me closer to you.
You. Your love. Your pain.
Our hands — and our fingers entwined.
One life, as two lives cease.
Your thoughts. Sheer happiness.
Pull me close.
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1.
allirekha | July 8, 2007 at 1:26 pm
really nice..poem!!!!
2.
shy | July 9, 2007 at 8:39 am
dont have words for this one.. amazin imagery..
3.
Naughty Heather | July 11, 2007 at 10:31 am
“sweetest, silken dream…”
oh yes, beautiful line!
4.
tuttysan | July 12, 2007 at 5:31 am
Hmmm… this has sex written all over it. Great sex too. Loved it.
5.
Ritwik Banerjee | July 13, 2007 at 5:00 am
We all love great sex.
And thank you for linking to the Evergreen Leaves. I feel honoured.