Lying here all alone i silently ponder.
Beside me was once a figure, a person, a lover.
Or was it just a figment of my imagination? Was he really here or was i just dreaming? ..........
No, it was real...i know it was. His scent still lingers in the atmosphere, there is an indelible impression on the pillow next to me.
I can almost still feel his hands caressing my thighs....my hips....my waistline.....my womanhood.
I remember him slowly entering while he whispers in my ear.
Yet... i look beside me and he is not here, i checked both doors and they are locked from the inside.
How could he have left at 2: 00 in the morning
leaving me here to ponder on his existence?
thanks for your kind comments and the suggestions.... and please do help me by commenting and rating my other poems too.... even you have a great writing skill! regards, Kenny!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this poem, keep writing its great