Beneath your ivory skin
lies treasure worth hunting,
your pale blue eyes
leave me helpless; wanting;
we submit; mouth to lips
I caress your seductive lines;
I forget to breathe
your heaven scent; sublime;
My silent screamer
my breathless dreamer
I am my distance run
I am tonight spent; weaker;
I am a mere moth
to your supernova
captivated by your lustre
I remain your willing: forgiving;
forever distant lover.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011
My silent screamer
my breathless dreamer
I am my distance run
I am tonight spent; weaker;
It’s no fair when you do this. You make all other men look bad
The last time I looked in the mirror I was the only one who looked bad. Dave
Ah, now my day is complete. Dave has been self depricating. I was wondering what was missing 😉
A mirror is a liar too. 🙂 and this poem is great.