You slip into the room
and pull my eyes along
following your grace
your alluring mystery
Your smile entraps me
and your eyes pull me
swallowing me whole
in enchanting witchery
You slip away too soon
and leave me yearning
drowning in memories
not yet our history
I’d make these thoughts
into sinful reality
with one small touch
of your skin on mine.
Wow!
You are much too kind! And rather adeptly succinct in conveying meaning
I laughed out loud when I first read your comment – thanks for making my day brighter!
If I am, as you put it..adeptly succinct…you have words that draw pictures for me. What would that be called?
Visually physical?
Now that is beautiful – “visually physical”
I may just have to write a poem off that inspiration
Waiting.