StoppedA Poem by Monday ParkerYou have me stopped Halted Stuck In this one motionless place I am in your car And its last night Your lips are on my lips Charcoal night surrounds us Tapping lightly on your windows Trying desperately to touch the warmth That we create The slow beats of your music Dances with the passion inside of me I want you on my bed To lay with you’re for hours Watching the flickering candle light Reflecting off of your unrestricted body Tracing my fingers over your Flower petal skin So soft So beautiful I want to explore you Slowly I want to make you moan Like you did last night Feathery ever so lightly Only I want to hear you scream my name Digging your nails into my bare back. With intensity and heat The heat I felt in you, pressing against me The heat in your life Fingers and eyes I wanta make you mine.
© 2008 Monday Parker |
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Added on February 8, 2008 Last Updated on March 1, 2008 Author
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