Hello All,
I think this poem speaks volumes with-out my adding another word.
One Woman
Lust overwhelms me
The curve of her thigh
Quick breathless movements
The thrill of her lies
Her deft nimble fingers
Loose frenzied hair
the flick of her tongue
As her scent fills the air
Drinking in her moistness
Our bitter sweet taste
My heavy set heart
As she now leaves in haste
My arms hanging empty
As I replay our sin
How swollen my lips
She’s retreats back to him
Addictive her essence
Seductive her touch
As one woman to another
Am I wanting too much?
In my waking moments
In crowds I’m alone
I day-dream of her
To make her my own
This dark raven beauty
Spell casting her art
I’m since duty bound
To lift her my heart
By Helen Stallard
August 20, 2015
