Shelly Price

Rookie (7/12/1964 / Michigan)

Afternoon Delight - Poem by Shelly Price

He is a shimmering mountain
of muscle and flesh
with the fluidity of unfurling silk

the hard edges of his body
melts dark chocolate in my eyes
twisting all my senses into knots

he is hauntingly unaware of me
as I marvel at the art of his sculpture
mesmerized by the imagery of his
masculinity

I am in awe behind his smile
shining beams of radiance
onto all that favor his dusting of magic

he is my fantasy
having marched through my dreams
in my secret garden time and time again
I feel his heart beating
inside of me
the rhythem echoing my own

how do I tell him
that he fuels the flames of my desire
that he is the spark
that has been smoldering within me

how do I tell him
I've been secretly watching him
through veiled windows in the shadows
lurking with lust being drawn to him
like a moth to a flame...

...I guess I don't

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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