Tuesday, March 04, 2008

The Shadow

I let my breath flow from my still form.
Captured in a carnal embrace,
So cold it runs shivers up my curved spine.
Soft flesh of my chest and arms,
Caressed by the shadows I can not distinguish.
The allure of this discreet devil,
Is that he's a gentleman.

Kisses of frost dip down my neck,
The chilly lick around my navel.
His romance was my delight,
His touch was my freedom.
Arched into his embrace
Shivers racing
Their slender fingers along my sides.
I am slave
To The Shadows Touch.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what a "touchy" poetry. i have learned and experienced how to be touched, and now im ready to share it with others... coo,.. :)