He told me he would cure all my pains
with patients hands
Oh! so soft, i had forgotten!
and hot words in my ear
tickling me
i sat in front of him
as he ask me to do that
he untied my hair
and
a ponytail faded
What was once black
fell apart in his hands
and a gentle kiss on my neck
was my release from the past
So very intimate... with such overflowing sensuality... your pen causes me to almost blush... touche dear poet... you have touched a cord within me and my soul sings out in delight!
free to love again. lots of imagery and suggestion in this poem. well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sigh! ! I knew a blonde once. She delighted in wearing a solitary black ribbon, I'd better put that memory back in the box. :) Beautifully and sensually written. (and very accurate too)