How Can I Tell Her?

How Can I Tell Her?

A Poem by Jim Parson
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Well, not really a poem, but...

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How can I tell her how I feel?

How can I tell her that her face is ever present in my mind's eye?  That is where I seek her and her beauty overwhelms me.  I sit and stare at her for hours and cannot look away.  I suddenly gasp and draw a deep breath and realize that I've forgotten to breathe.  I'll notice that my heart is racing and I feel the flush in my face.  And then I stare at her again.

How can I tell her that I want to breathe her in and never exhale again?  I long to know her scent and to smell her on my clothing long after she is gone.  I need to breathe in her sweet breath moments before I taste it for the first time.  Just one breath and her aroma will be so familiar that every other scent will pale against her fragrance.

How can I tell her that she consumes me?  The fire in my soul yearns to burst forth from my lips and from my fingertips to inflame her passion.  She burns so brightly for me that the mere touch of her fingers would scorch my flesh and leave me in ashes, to be scattered at the will of her breath.

How can I tell her that my lips exist only to find hers?  The anticipation of true love's first kiss haunts my dreams, the first touch of tongue waiting impatiently in fantasy.  They seek her in dream and in caprice and when they find her there, they drink deeply.  These same lips that may utter nary a sound but to speak her name.


How can I tell her that it is more than my arms that are empty without her?  The softness of her body held close, the fullness of her breast pressed to mine, the merging of spirit with the merging of flesh, the sweetness of her touch at the back of my neck, the ecstasy of my fingers through her hair, every movement forming the chimera of my existence.

How can I tell her the depth of my desire?  Our bodies entwined so tightly, I cannot tell where hers ends and mine begins.  The touch of her velvet hand as she guides me to her, beseeching warm acquiescence and finding blessed penetration of body and soul.  The gentle motion beneath me, the most caring stroke above me, the tender embrace enfolding me and the sweet release of essence as one.

How can I tell her of the swelling of lust that overcomes me?  Raw, unbridled obsession igniting passion's flame, burning to the breadth and depth of my soul.  Desperate need surpassing want, intense heat overtaking warmth, teeth leave their mark, nails blaze a path, the furious piercing of engorged flesh by enraged longing, savagely driving to fierce crescendo and violent, convulsing eruption.  And in the quiet moments after contented collapse, I will love her.

How can I find the words to make her come to me?  I have nothing to offer her but would give her everything.  She is destined to step from my fantasies.  And when she does, what will I say to her?  I know not the words, except for these…

I love you twice as much as I did yesterday.  And yesterday, I loved you so very much.


Published 2009 in Dear Fantasy Girl...
Copyright 2009 by Lyle James Parson II

© 2011 Jim Parson


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I'm thinking you'd have no trouble telling at all. Nice job! You moved me. I keep coming back to your poem because it makes me hopeful that someday, I'll have someone who'll love (and long for!!) me this much. You make me smile every time I read it. Thanks! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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this is amazing, very well expressed emotions

Posted 1 Month Ago


Everything in this piece is perfectly executed - eloquent, descriptive without being overdone, full of flawless imagery, radiates deep, pure emotion and honesty.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Answer for you : JUST TELL HER.... The guessing game can last a lifetime..causing a cancer in the soul ...don't waste a moment...every second in life counts.
This is an exquisite write straight from the heart. I loved every word.
One could not love any more than this portrays. You need nothing to offer but yourself. That's enough for love to survive on...for an eternity.
Thank you a million
Going to my faves
BABS XX

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautiful write, from the heart. Love the style and format - lends such emotional impact to the work. Wish I had someone in my life who would write about me like that :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Oh this is truly so beautiful :) I love words of passion and love that come straight from the heart and soul. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked the intensity of this read! it's like a love letter of tremendous attachment.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Enjoyed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a perfect of example of why poetry is my true love. If it's done right, it cannot be faked and comes from the darkest and brightest recesses of our souls. There is beauty and emotional truth in your words. How can you tell her? Like this!

Excellent write!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was lovely. I really enjoyed the little details, and the way you captured how fully you feel drawn to her.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was excellent! Once again you have quite a talent and I enjoy reading everything you post

Great job!

~Erinne

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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