Tuesday, 10 March 2015

***NEW POEM*** An Unbridled Passion

Walking in the room
Suddenly he’s there
His hands, his lips
Touching everywhere
Blind in the darkness
My breath it hitches
And raising of arms
My stomach clinches
Discarding, disrobing
A neck then exposed
I am but anything
A woman composed
Hands they travel
To where it yearns
Expecting and wanting
Even if it burns
An electrifying touch
With fingers that seek
Making legs tremble
And my body weak
Once against the wall
We find our bed
To love and share
The night ahead
(c) A J Walters, 2015



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