Like silk on my skin soft and seductive an exquisite sensation and so very destructive Stroking my shoulders with your nimble fingers feathery, light Letting the touch linger
I want to sing hallelujahs Take me to the church Drowning in erotica before you I do smirch Gloried in the commonplace made weird, I am at a loss for words to describe this, which I feared
A hedonistic existence of pleasures fulfilled regardless of its effect on lives to rebuild Looking for escape from blurred lines unable to distinguish or read the danger signs
I enjoyed this very much…that sense of “being and with” a certain time alone…that image of perfect harmony with your body and sorroundings just gives me shiver.
“I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church”
Great lines in the context of the poem.
Thanks Lisa!! 🙂💕
You are welcome 🙂
I enjoyed this very much…that sense of “being and with” a certain time alone…that image of perfect harmony with your body and sorroundings just gives me shiver.
Thank you so much 🙂
captured by sensory beauty, forgetting reality, I love your descriptions of being lost in a moment of touch
Thank you Gina. I’m happy you liked it 🙂💕