<font color=magenta>Skin as soft as Silk
Crying out to be touched
A neck as graceful as a Swans
Light and Dark shadows
Gliding smoothly over it
Curves and Valleys blending smoothly
At the Small of her back
Legs and Arms haphazardly crossed in sleep
As the morning light infuses the skin
With an almost magical translucent quality
Feet so dainty, that my heart skips a beat
Blood pumping
Senses soaring
Head reeling
With this wonderful thing
Called Love…
You write with passion about the neck, the skin, and curves. But! It's the feet that make your heart skip a beat. :) I love that. 'Dainty' feet at that! Deborah Cromer
Good morning Colin my brother....very passionate write....a wash of loving verses that dive into the soul...melting the hearts of many....brilliant piece....the ladies will love this poem....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a quite excellent free style poem, Colin, most wonderfully composed and expressed and very vivid in it's imagery. Your outstanding descriptive words 'hooked' the reader from the first line to the end of this fine poem. Carl.