I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

the curve of your neck

the sound of your name

the arch of your back

and hints of flesh



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the red of your heartbeat

the smell of the sheets

imprints in the bed

footprints in the sand



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



whispers in the air

the touch of your tongue

the heat of your skin

silk in your hair



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



water on your skin

lace across your body

leather and feathers

the textures arouse



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the colours of lust

the setting sun

the eclipse of your heart

and tears on your cheeks



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the rise of your breasts

the mist of your breath

like mist on the moors

it doesn’t have to make sense

still you turn me on



the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade

© 2016 michael d emmerich