I am here...
Let the poetry
Begin
Pen
In hand
You
At my side
Stroking my
Imagination
Caressing
My spirit
Invoking
My soul
To surrender
Give up
And
Give in
To
Open up
Wide
I crave
you Inside
Sketching
Every curve
Igniting
And inviting
A nerve
In me.
Piercing me
Deeper
The need
Makes me
Weaker
As you
come inside
Hide
You scream
I shout
We both
Pass out
As this
Love Poetry
Ends
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
2 comments:
I'm breathless, wiping the sweat off my brow, shaking my head, body trembling. Well done!
Laughing...I was looking for that cigarette I stop smoking years ago after writing this piece.
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