Monday 27 June 2011

a tender song.

i could bathe in the alluring sound
of your melancholy voice
as i lie beside you
beneath the cotton sheets
and listen to your whispers
rolling tones, so soft
for the accompanied words
salacious lyrics with a tender song
that set my skin on fire
my heart beats with vigour
blood, red with heat
my lungs crave, not oxygen
but the heavy scent of lust
as i feel your cool hand slipping
beneath these cotton sheets.

2 comments:

Amy said...

Yeah, I can see why you weren't happy that Grace's mum had read this... XD
Still it's an amazing poem :')

Al said...

Haha, thankyou :)