Wanting

I want to hear you say my name
soflty, because you can barely speak
Locked in the tempest of passion
I want to feel your skin against mine
I want to taste it
the salty sweet tang against my lips
I want to know again
what your kisses taste like
and what your tongue feels like
wrapped intimately around mine
I want to know the feel
of your hands on my body
I want to feel every callous
as you carress me to life
and I want to feel your skin
against the palms of my hands
as they seek to memorize
every sensitive spot
I want to see the fire in your eyes
when they spark with inner flame
Locking with mine and
Branding me yours for all time

June 19, 2005
Copyright Michelle Simpson

wow, gorgeous and haunting, great flow, striking imagery. ty for sharing.
misty..

Thank you Misty
I'm glad you liked it.
Meesh

Glad you're here again with this delicious piece

Wow Michelle, that was grand. Just makes me wish even more to find a boyfriend before I die of lonliness. I meant that more positive than it came out. I really love the poem. It is quite lovely and real.

Nikki

Thank you both. It's great to be back
Snoopy, I know what you mean. And it really didn't come out that negative. lol
Meesh

Thanks Michelle. I just think I tend to sound really bitter sometimes, not that I mean too. It is just so hard to meet a nice man. I feel as if I have the plague or something. One day my charming prince will come, then all will be well again.

Nikki