Visions

Visions

A Poem by Frances L. Phillips

I vision now your midnight eyes,
That sparkle like stars in the midnight skies,
Always when these visions arise,
I get lost in your midnight eyes.

I vision now your work roughed hands,
So gentle as they lay their brand,
Bowing my body to your demand,
With the gentleness of your work roughed hands.

I vision now your velvet lips,
In their cocky half-grin tipped,
Before so sweetly over mine they slip,
I am enraptured by your velvet lips.

I vision now your jet black hair,
That likes to fall everywhere,
How I desire to run my fingers there,
In the silkiness of your jet black hair.

I vision your manner so charmingly sweet,
Once again in our spot we meet,
And you claim my heart and its every beat,
With your manner so charmingly sweet.

In these visions now I see,
More than just a memory,
An everlasting part of me,
Lost in these visions eternally.

© 2013 Frances L. Phillips


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Frances L. Phillips
Frances L. Phillips

Houston, TX



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I am a poet mainly, although if a topic interests me, I may occasionally write in the non fiction or even seldomly the Fiction genres. I am working on a novel that is going it's own direction. I h.. more..

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