When Your Day's Work Is Through

A love poem.

In the warmth of the day

I come and wait for you

watching butterflies play

hoping your work is through.

I recline in tall green grass

waiting for your tender touch

wishing time would quickly pass

as I am wanting you so much.

As the breeze passes gently by

the blades reach out to caress me

and I release a pent up sigh

wondering where can you be.

For my longing has reached a peak

and my body is calling our for you

as it is your touch, your love I seek

hoping your desire is stirring too.

Come my love let's lay here

in the warmth of the sun

you holding me so near

when your day's work is done.

Reviews

[EMF]

A beautifully atmospheric poem, making me think of long summer evenings and that 'special' feeling you get from being with the RIGHT person. On this cold October morning it is by far one of the best poems I could have started the day with. Sheer perfection, from the wordplay to the imagry. Thank you for making my day

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Nothing like the comforts of love after a long work day... a very sweet and sensual piece.

[Raven Starhawk]

Lovely. You have crafted a exquisite delight here and I usually am always thrilled to read the words you elegantly composed. You have a ability to capture one's senses and have him or her experience the scene as though they were living it.