The Sultry Hours Of Longing Poem by Jackie Allen

Here I am stuck in the same old place,
a stubborn briar festering and aching
from choices made without thinking
though some, did prick my conscious
and the sting, still, is with me,
yet I ignored...

the warning signs for the heat of the night
fell upon me and there in the moonlight
garden, anticipation was so enticing
to the eyes, to the taste, and to the feeling
and savoring it, yes savoring it,
I fell down...

stricken by the longing,
the passion and the bliss,
and, if you will,
of the forbidden tryst, still
I am aching for more of your touch
longing for one more sweet dream,
a dream like this.