So here’s the thing, several of my blogging friends have been speaking about the “muse” of things. So there I was thinking about love as it would be with lovers, or perhaps even an elusive thing and this poem happened, so, hold on, it’s a little bit out of my normal style but it’s all you creative and wonderful bloggers fault. You just inspire me so much!
She came to him in the night
While he slept,
A delicate whisper caressing his skin
He felt her words
“I am yours”
He sighed in his dreams
Drifting within the magic of night.
Her voice softly whispered
“I am yours”
He breathed deeply, her taste intoxicating
He stirred but did not awaken
Her moist breath enveloping his senses
“Take me”
His body flaring forgotten passions
His longing so intense
The music of her sultry and sinuous words
“I am yours”
He slumbered on
Asleep, impassioned
“I am yours”
He sighed in his dreams
Gently she lay down
By his side
Her body contouring with his
“Forever”
Penny L Howe
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