The Montage in My Head.

Like a swift, cool breeze

you're in my space and up my skirt

and I get goosebumps and chills,

I smile and wish I'd worn a bra today;

strangers can see my n*****s rise under my shirt.

 

I shift under your weight

as the blades of grass do when we lay on them

watching the clouds change shapes,

my small hands landing on you

like butterflies to flowers.

 

Your green eyes are murky and fresh

like the lake we swim naked in,

as sunny and warm as the sandy beach where we bask

before we put our clothes back on

and try to sneak away.

 

Your body heat is making me blush,

I turn as red as the fresh scratches down your back

or the new hickey near my collar bone;

you smile and give me the look you give

right before you say "I love you."

Reviews

[Jaffa Forbes]

very good stuff, incredibly well written poetry. like a idyillic dream. I think i spelt that wrong. oh well, it's late.
jaff

Very sensual and sexy poem. Great imagery. Definately paints a picture of this couple very much in love.

[akarusty]

As mentioned previously, it uses many similies to create the imagery required. But they are nice similies, especially 'my small hands landing on you like butterflies to flowers.' That conveyed an interesting image of hands upon skin, somewhat sexual in itself. Very nice. The title makes me think it is purely fantasy you have written but it might be a play on words.

[Travis Lawrence]

Sexy and scintillating. This makes me blush. Excellent similes, they paint a lovely picture.

And I'm glad you enjoyed my poem :-)