Dreams of grandeur consumes the hour,
meek to powerful thoughts of mind.
Skin unfolding erect and smooth,
confident and sure, I beckon her mine.
Embracing, sensuously loving,
passionately arousing time after time.
My powerful masterpiece fades away,
wrinkled, crushed seen better days.
A change takes place, in the blink of an eye.
Poor shrinking me wishes I could die.
Fever of the moment, frozen in time.
embarrassment, no excuses come to mind.
Face burning crimson red, I slowly move away.
This night I’ll not forget, I long for the light of day.
Melvina, I like the underlying humour in this piece. The flow and the rhythm just dragged you along to the end. I really felt for the poor man in this piece. As David said before me. I think he could do with some Viagra. Beautifully written as always. Thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
March 9 2009? ? A vision of the future Melvina. Rigor mortis at best can last for only four days. Rigourously written. Not stiff in the least. Humourous and humbling. An outstanding feast!