Whilst reading poetryA Poem by Crimson_ishA prolonged, radiant visit..Whilst
reading poetry. I sit here
pleasantly, during a stormy midnight, Allured by
the pages, softly glistering, softly melting, Between my
fingertips under the mellow lamplight, Satin pages
slip and fall teasingly, one by one, And I
arrantly consumed, watch your silken gaze, Upon my
forbidden, secretive touch. With every
pinch upon the tuning pages, I sense your
lips, your smile, floating aimlessly, On my
blushing, shy ridden face, With every
line that I repeat yearningly, A mischievous
tickle embellishes my core. With every
new poem I wallow in, Your hands
cloak my exposed vulnerability, How shall I
ever resist my instinct? How shall I
ever resist my mind? When forever
you linger, with hushed tones, Waiting
patiently, courteously, irresistibly, For a new
poem to be whispered, Every night. © 2016 Crimson_ishAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCrimson_ishAboutA woman in her 20s possessing ardent passion for literature and writing, secretly weaved between the trenches of her fingers are silence, melancholy, turmoil, and curiosity. I believe in universe and .. more..Writing
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