The moon steals silently between the drapes Casting velvet shadows across her face. Lunar landscapes in monochrome, The hills and valleys, her shape and form. I lay beside her and hold my breath, And view the mounds of her ample breasts. And trace her curves from thighs to hips. With gentle strokes of my fingertips. Overtaken by sleep, I strain to capture The gentle touches and naked rapture That awakened feelings deep and wide And ignited the passions so long denied. Reluctantly, overcome by sleep, Forcing and fighting hard to keep The images fresh within my head, As my arms reach out in an empty bed.Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by J Alan.