Monday, August 2, 2010


Come closer
He silently says
His eyes
Hypnotize me
His smile
Mesmerizes me
Every time he moves
I start to shiver
Goose bumps on my flesh
A shiver runs down my spine
He lightly touches me
I move away
His hand pulls me back
His hand around my waist
I move with the rhythm of his hips
He pushes me away
Then draws me in
His arms encircle me
Cheek to cheek
Lips lightly touch
Sparks fly across the room
The fire starts to burn
From my feet to my head
He scares me
The rhythm
The movement
The passion
All that clouds my mind
In his arms I am a slave
I do his bidding
I can’t let go.
He seduces me
With hot and spicy

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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