Faced with temptation
The body is yearning but
Your heart is not.
That is where I was
It has been years
Since I saw him
It has been years
Since a man touched me.
I would die for that caress
That hand caressing my thighs
The lips kissing my lips
While the other hand
Fondles my breasts
Light kisses,
Yearning kisses,
Demanding kisses
Developing and speaking a language of their own
The short breathes,
Followed by deep mourns and groans
The rustle of clothes
The naked bodies
Bound together by passion and sweat
The screams and mourns
Kind of animal but full of sexual desire
The sweet smell of love making
Cuddling and light caressing
And later falling asleep in each others arms
©thelma migue, 2011
From the cizoepoetry collection.
the choice of words is perfect; the theme not bad..this is a story now to make it more involving put passion in it..Otherwise uko mbele sana.
ReplyDeletethank you very much.
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