Saturday, October 28, 2006

Bed time story

Wishing for soft linen,
And faint linger of your perfume.
Triggering memories of snuggling cuddles,
Electric spine tingle of fingers caress.
Relaxing under firm pressure,
Push pull massages, and tender strokes,
Soft focus vision of building eroticism,
Tender touching, stroking, hardening,
Sensuous merging, meeting of souls,
Climatic moment of two as one,
Comfortable heat and snuggled entwining.


All gone.
Nibbled by insects,
On an old broken sofa,
Just a coarse blanket,
And damp sodden walls.
Draft from the window,
Or draft in my soul.
Never warm again.
In a festering bed-sit,
Without even a bed.
Just a head full of memories
And a heart full of pain.

10 comments:

Autrice DelDrago said...

Intense. (Even your words form a picture.)

tony said...

Lovely
bench

Anonymous said...

You have a refreshingly touching way of stringing words together. Keep at it! c",)

EATING POETRY said...

This is brilliant. I love the contrast, and the second stanza is divine.

Thanks for commenting on my blog.

samuru999 said...

And what a Bed time story!
Full of intensity!
Very good!

Margie

Chelle Y. said...

Wow! Great job!

Anonymous said...

Take heart, The crescendo will build again.

Molly Bloom said...

Oooh, lots of comments here today! This is a beautiful poem. I love the contrast between the first and second half. From high intensity to sadness and loss.

ish said...

Superb. Larger than sex.

Eleuktra Starsoft said...

"Nibbled by insects"

I get that sometimes. I will post something I wrote about it.