Jeri Martindale

Veteran Poet - 1,183 Points (12/19/1980 / ElDorado, AR)

A Soul Stranger - Poem by Jeri Martindale

Wouldn't he love to have a taste of my skin?
I look over my shoulders,
wondering why he is following me once again.
I stop, he stops.
It feels as though this room is on fire.
Flames engulfing everything in sight.
Sparks fly;
I turn around.
He backs away as I walk towards him.
I smile as I feel that look in my eyes.
I can stare right through his makeshift disguise
It is him now backed up against the wall.
I reach out to touch his face,
My hand is met with his embrace before I touch his pale skin.
Fireworks explode through my body from his touch.
Before I realize it we are starting to explore.
The room is packed, yet I could think of nothing more.
His eyes had me captivated.
His eyes had me under their spell.
I wanted to run away, to run like hell.
His strong arms held me there.
Listening and watching as he took each breath.
Frozen in his arms, I reach up and kiss his hungry lips.

Topic(s) of this poem: soul mate

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 16, 2015

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