I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face
I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.
The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.
Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face
I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.
The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.
Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith
I found it very hard to write a poem like this when I am not in love and it is not about anyone.....but I tried.
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