Wednesday, June 17, 2009

and I would quietly come through the door
smiling at you, looking up at those eyes
the depth of them, your nose hawking out
get closer some bit of courage and it is not you and me
not with all the excess but just a man and a woman
consumed with desire
maybe I would start there with your cheek
the faint brush of it under my lips, the edge of bristle
I'd have to touch you with my tongue find your mouth
lay your clothes around me as I find you
every inch
every moment
ah silly dreams that are not mine to dream
too bad I still want you

3 comments:

Jean said...

some dreams never go away.
Beautifully done.

dianne said...

Beautiful Corby dear...hold onto your dreams. ♡

Corby said...

oh but some dreams are such trouble!!

:-)

Corby