Simply Magic

 

Spent the night

wrapped in warm, sleepy tangles.

Dreams arousing fantasies

call to me.

 

Your hands fall into place,

disheveled hair makes a curtain

about your face.

Our legs entwined,

Our lips' fine design,

Our hips, perfectly aligned.

 

The curves of your back

coincide to the heat of your skin

while eyelashes seek the silence of dreams--

we're not as we seem.

 

Hands slither down your chest,

drips; hot, like acid,

and down between your hips

 

My hair plays upon your chest

while lips assemble,

intoxicated with the airs of

satisfaction.

 

And dreams resume

in silence, so tragic.

 

is this sin

or is this simply

magic.

Reviews

[Legion]

I prefer magic. :) This was beautifully executed. I am duly impressed. Kudos on a vision well done. Kudos indeed.

[Derek Smith]

hey, i really like this poem alot, you can obv. tell what your talking about and can get a good image for it and its just a really good poem, i like it.

[Cardinal Robin]

Your hands fall into place,

disheveled hair makes a curtain

about your face.

Simple and lovingly brilliant....for those whose feet touch the earth...n'est ce pas?

Hot like acid sin...whew I need dinner! I am starving just thinking about it! WHEW! HOT!

[Celtic Cat]

is this sin
or is this simply
magic.