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.
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 🙂💕
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 🙂
“I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church”
Great lines in the context of the poem.
Thanks Lisa!! 🙂💕
You are welcome 🙂