Midnight Stranger

I wrote this poem way back when I was 19, in the Army, stationed in Germany. I suppose this was my first foray into erotic writing though very subtle.

MIDNIGHT STRANGER

 

As I lay upon my bed to sleep

I hear the gentle lapping of the waves

As a breeze rustles through the curtains of my open window

 

I feel a gentle caress upon my cheek

And a kiss upon my lips so soft and sweet

A breeze washing over my body

Feels like fingers dancing on my skin

 

I awaken to find I am alone

Or did my midnight stranger come calling once again

I lay my head upon my pillow

Waiting for his return

 

 

Author's Note

My writings are for your enjoyment and comments are welcome. This is mainly my avenue for sharing my writings beyond just my eyes only. Thank you kindly for taking time to read them.

Reviews

[Bleeding Ink]

You managed to paint a very good scene with room for the reader to make their own interpretations almost without realization. This piece has a very subdued yet deceptive style, I really enjoyed working my mind in to the words.

[BeautyFromTheEarth93]

This is fantastic! It is very beautiful and eerie at the same time.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Awwwww ! What a disappointment, a romantic night,
a gentle breeze, the touch of lips and awake to find it
only a dream.
I love the great story told with an economy of words.
It is always so refreshing to read a long and moving story
told in just a few words. Few people can manage this style,
but you have done it well.
Thank YOu !
----- Eagle Cruagh

[imnoromeo215]

i like this is sweet and kinda creepy too lol very good