I feel my pulse quicken steadily;
My fingertips perspiring readily,
The anticipation in my every sense;
Of you coming near my invisible fence,
Vulnerable to my emotions it protects me;
But you tear it down flimsy no one can see,
I take you in through every pore;
Beauty to my eyes; your scent unnerves my core,
The very thought of you like an illusion;
Every curl of your hair; every curve like a mission,
You wield this control unlike any king or power;
If only I could wait for your command but I cower,
As you touch me shivers run through my soul;
What I wouldn't do but for one kiss no bell would toll,
Your parting lips to my sight a rose in bloom;
Supple skin and flesh I wish to hold take in my doom,
For you break my self-control to give in to this;
What may it be called? My forbidden bliss...
(12/31/2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem