SilkA Poem by Paul PruettWomen have the softest skin. Did you know that? How I love to touch the skin of my love.. Who ever she may be.
Ah, the milk softness that lay before me.
How much I dreamed, nay, longed for this night.
Days upon patience days of silent screaming.
Dreaming of the vision that is your love.
And now is here, that time is now.
I see the tenderness of love made flesh.
The deep pools of your eyes, forever drowning me.
I do not wish to be saved.
My gaze, my breath, my fingers travel your length.
The creamy landscape of wonder to behold.
I praise God for your love.
Do so I will, forever and a day.
The scent of purity is on your skin.
Untroubled by blemishes nor imperfections.
Formed from gold is the length of your hair.
Velvet petal soft in my hands.
Whisper my name, will you?
Smile with my kiss upon your lips.
Ruby, deep red, full of life for us.
Ah, the milk softness that lay before me.
How much have I dreamed for this night.
© 2009 Paul Pruett |
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4 Reviews Added on February 12, 2009 Last Updated on February 12, 2009 AuthorPaul PruettAboutI am a former actor now a restaurant mangager who inaddition to writing poetry, which I have been doing all my life, I also write short fiction and screenplays. more..Writing
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