Saturday, March 27, 2010


I love the smell of her perfume
I love the way she looks at me
Her lips say hello
Her smile says I want you
Her eyes undress me.

She lightly touches my shoulder,
Kisses my check softly,
Hugs me affectionately.
Her hand lingers in mine.

Her walk is inviting
The way she moves
The way she licks her lips
I am awed by her presence.

When she talks to me
I don’t hear what a word
I am caught, struck
My emotions ran haywire
When I am around her.

If I could make her mine
Just one night with her
Just one dance
One kiss
Set me free.

©thelma migue, 2010

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