William McGehee


Her Wet Hair Feels Cool On My Skin - Poem by William McGehee

Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins.

Her whispers soft, a quiet wind
Caress my senses for an hour.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.

I’m at peace more than ever when
I lay down with her in her bower,
She lies near me and rest begins.

Now love’s sensations lie within
A subtle simple touch of power-
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.

She holds my heart fast with a grin
Delicately, like a flower.
She lies near me and rest begins.

I say that now if this be sin
I don’t in fear of death cower.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin:
She lies near me and rest begins.


2009


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011


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