Deep

Something different.

Dust if you must,

But isn't it better

To fill your thoughts with lust?

My thoughts are full of images

Of you in all your glory.

I think of all the romances,

Ours makes the greatest story.

My blood runs hot with memories,

Of eyes half-shut and moans.

First love my heart and spirit,

Then love me to my bones.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I’m always dusting my memory sometimes I get so caught up in it I forget to make new ones:) clever writing AV

[@_av_poetry]

We all get caught up in the past sometimes. It's not a crime. Just don't let it stop you from enjoying the present and dreaming about the future. Thanks for reading :)

[Gee]

Oh how we change as we age, lust and lager now replaced by cocoa and companionship.....jeepers I'm dull :))

[@_av_poetry]

Everything has it's time. Nothing wrong with cocoa and companionship. Thanks for sharing your thoughts :)

[Edie Blue Starfish]

the sensual and the romantic create such a fine blend in this poem.
I like this a lot.

[@_av_poetry]

Glad you liked it. Thank you. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that last line...reminds me of a line in a john mellancamp song..."sink your teeth right through my bones'---
"Hurt so Good"----yes...

a very sensual piece here...but subtle and poetic.
j.

[@_av_poetry]

Thank you! I've never written anything like it. It was an experiment. I'm glad it was successful.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting! I guess when we were younger and without responsibilities we could simply do what we wanted when we wanted. And hey someone has to dust!

[@_av_poetry]

Haha someone has to dust indeed. Thanks for your review :)