dave sherratt

Rookie - 18 Points (29 june 1965 / newcastle under lyme)

To Be With She

Poem by dave sherratt

A night of ethereal passion
A song of subtlety
Unicorns and wolves in sleep.
The thirsting one awakes
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form.
Detailed, precise shell.
Erotic, precise.
A rebirth of impatient lust
Her ebony hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders
Her crimson lips part
She places them onto my membrane
Tastes my soul, streaming from a sexed, pale flesh
A new night of answers
I awaken to a full, fantasy, actioned.
Her nimble fingers trace my lips
'Hush, my love.' requests my espirited maiden.
'Look for me in the white forest. I hide in frosted hollows. Awaiting you.'
For She, this night, this moment
My temptress. My lover. My immortal.
Sweet raptured night.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011