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Lost Love
by Rafika Anderson
Like fine silk your warm caress on my tingling skin
I yearn to wear you everyday again
Our eager tongues unite on fire
words trip over laughter fueling fervent desire
Wet lips seeking lips
hot hips seeking hips
Separated by memories as vibrant as reality
fear we may combust constrains burgeoning lust
We gingerly dance around the rising flame of romance
wantonly wasting the golden sand of stolen hours
taking turns exercising unique powers
until succulent regret overwhelms decorum
and we finally succumb
to unbearable longings
unlocking precious truths
buried in each others eyes, arms, loins
10/17/2007 Posted on 10/16/2007
Copyright © 2010 Rafika Anderson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sean Rooney on 10/16/07 at 10:50 PM Love the last line, at first I thought it was a little stock, but then you reminded me that it all goes down the same way every time. Good way of expressing everything. Good stuff |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/01/07 at 09:57 AM Rafika, this poem is so wonderfully alive and teeming with imagery, which upon reading would startle awake, any whose senses, prior its reading might have previously been dormant. |
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