Lost beneath the covers

Something about a Prince song,
  easy to express a mood.

Lost beneath the covers,
  searching with a delicate touch,
   knowing what you have found,
      with a sudden clutch.


Vision left behind,
  finding your way with a simple caress,
    response showing you found your destination,
      while entangled in the silk sheets.

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Made a change. Thank you Poetic_Lust. It adds to the write!

[Briana O'Connor]

Sweet metaphoric bliss, this is. The way you hint at an erotic nature, but do not quite scream it out is ingenious. One thing I would suggest to add a little bit of depth and stray from unneeded repetition would be to change the last line. You could try something like "while still entangled in the sheets." Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed the read.

[Jon Roggie]

I like it!

[Jon Roggie]

How does that sound?

[Briana O'Connor]

perfect!!!!!

[Matching Socks]

I still think he is one of the best guitarists. Whether you like his music or not, he can wail on a guitar.
Good poem Jon.

[Jon Roggie]

He can play! I have seen Clapton, B.B. King, and many others, but I was unable to afford tickets to the last show. Small venue, but running around $500.