Love O' Mine

Whose? Not mine...

I want your face in chalk; baby, be my crime scene

The outline of green; gravel be your warm stubble

Pebbles of pink be your plump, delicious lips

 

I crave your hands in a whisper; love, be my breeze

The invisibility so unequivocaly present, soft

Paths from your fingertips tickling me to desire

 

I taste your skin on my tongue; honey, be my treat

The sweetness almost too much, to die for in lust

My tongue can feel your subtle trembling

 

I love your humanity in words; babe, be my poetry

The image I hold embedded in my offering of words

My offerings show love, small, but all I have

Author's Note

Not too fond of this one myself...let me know.

Reviews

[Crowley]

I think this is one of my faves...totally loved it. the first line and last stanza are really very good.