Dancing in the streetA Poem by BekaThe night that is supposed to be remembered above all nights. No matter what happens in your life. Who you were. This is that night.
I felt like a Princess Like Cinderella come to life And he was my Prince Only not so much We flowed together in ribbons of blue Round and Round he spun me His arms wrapped around me protectivly His touch gentle Like that of a butterflys wing as it brushes your cheek Our eyes never leaving one anothers His gaze seeing everything in me and knowing it all Round and Round he spun me I was aware of him Seeing nothing but his eyes Crystal Blue Feeling nothing but his touch Hot and Soft on my Waist Tasting nothing but his breath Sweet and Intoxicating Round and Round he spun me The music stopped I felt his arms slowly leave me My heart stopped I closed my eyes and tilted my chin My lips burning for the touch of his Every part of my body ached for his touch He did not kiss me.
© 2008 BekaAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on April 21, 2008 AuthorBekaWhere Ever my mind is most comfortable pretending to be., OKAboutMy name is Rebekha and I am a mass of contradictions and I suffer from the constant memories of my passed lives. (Not ones where you turn into insects or animals) I believe it is what inspires me to .. more..Writing
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