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
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