One Woman

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