Awaiting The Dawn

Love is a many splendoured thing

Upon my skin
a thousand novels penned
by slow traced
trembling finger tips.
Each word imprinted deep
in myriad of fonts
that baptised my naked flesh
with each
accompanying kiss.
Your scent lingered long after
your absent touch
tattooing me with flowers
in fluid tributes
of your unspoken love.
You wrapped me in cotton
tied up with silk
a prescious gift to be adored
when evening breeze
blew soft through patterned lace.
If I could but capture
once more your face in shaking hands
and weeping eyes
that drank you deep in fermentation
of our heated bodies sweat
and tasted passion
hot and alluring.
What pain would I know
if I had not known you
my love.
Leave me now to rest
to be reborn
in morning rays
and open arms
as I lay bound insomniac
by fear of losing you
to sleep.
Stoke of midnight
mimicing my playful fingers
pushing your fallen hair
from heavy eyes
and one last kiss confirm
my need of you
as we lay
awaiting the dawn.

Author's Note

For a contest for the best love poets hope I am one

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

Are you kidding me? Sometimes I believe that you are a modern Shakespeare, Shadow. You certainly write like him. I would not be surprised if you came right out and told me that you were his incarnation. I don't that this is one of your better pieces. My biggest peeve (and I've had it forever, so it's not you) and criticism is your spelling and grammar use. You are a phenomenal writer, but I believe that the quality of your writing would be polished to a bright luster if you managed to watch out for your mistakes. The biggest one that you make is using "you're" when you mean to use "your," and vice-versa.
Just be careful, and then you'll be gilded.

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sigh...well I cant breathe for the love...it takes a heart full of it to write like this..swooning..