Mysterious Stranger

As I brush my long dark hair

I feel a chill upon my skin

The curtains billow in the night breeze

But it's not the night air that has given me goosebumps

I feel eyes upon my form as I continue to brush

Long slow strokes through my hair

Wondering, slightly afraid but more curious

Who has dared to enter my bedroom window

Thinking quickly, I realize it's an easy climb

And perhaps I've been waiting for this night afterall

I lay my brush on dresser and glance in the mirror

Turning slightly to find the eyes that are upon me

I see his form, dark in the shadows, unmoving

His cologne is light on the air, as he continues to stare

It creates an intoxicating moment, yet fear still mingles

My breathing quickens from the not knowing, when

He makes a move towards me, whispering words I cannot make out

He reaches his hand out for mine, I tentatively move

Take a step forward, placing my hand in his

Where do I find the courage, the trust?

He pulls me with a tug into his embrace

For a deep passionate kiss, his lips are hungry

He devours me and I am breathless

He pushes me away,  as if magic, music comes on

From where, I know not, only the smooth voice of Frank

Croons, singing, strangers in the night......

My mystery stranger begins the dance, my gown flows

Around my feet, swishing against his legs

He pulls me tight, body to body for another kiss

"Hey baby, it's me" he says with a deep chuckle

And with strong arms, he lifts me to our bed

As Frank continues his song of romance.

 

Reviews

[Kerwin]

very nice.....i loved it,

[beancountersar]

uhm......wow.....
Very romantic poem! You took the reader right there...I could see the seen, the curtains, the darkness...everything. I could see her lips..
Standing O for you Meloncholy!