Love Monologues Poem by Wesongah David

Let me feel your cheeks,
Kiss me then.
Feel the depths of your tongue in me,
Lost in an innate desire.
And feel the shadow of a heavenly tremor,
The thought that it is love, drives in me-
Delirious is best for me.

Hold my palm tender,
Let me caress the fingers
Feel the flow of you in me,
An otherwise sharp rapture,
Don’t you feel the lovely pain?

To say that I love,
Mooted in a feeling you know best.
Feeling the drizzle down my spine,
Wallowing in a shade shadowed blissfully,
By the curvature of unreasoned logic,
Of sharp nipples and blunted egos,
That immature bliss in a mature passion,

Held together by a mutual concession,
The thought that you are mine,
Though never been,
Am yours in a raucous tide of raw emotions.
Impalled on your heart.
Am I just dreaming?

W.08