A New Addiction

Your words wash over me,
Like waves of golden honeyed tones,
Rolling back upon themselves,
Folding and parting in three dimensional ways,
As they are lifted in scintillating vocals,
A song of silent seduction,
For your charms speed the beat of my heart,
A romantic shot of rum,
Spreading that fire throughout,
And I fantasize about you,
Won in the moment of your personaility,
I hang upon your every word,
Each slightly more delightful than the last,
And my feminine self presses forward,
Anxious for that touch,
For the conversation plays me -
Like a clarinet,
And I see your skillful fingers,
In lightening flashes of silences,
Those slight pauses that suggest -
That allow me to wonder,
That provoke me to think,
That press me to dream,
Such a tantalizing forbidden touch,
Denied by distance,
Yet the the currents of it are so real,
So steadfast and deep,
Completely undeniably seductive,
I am left breathless -
Anxious for my next little piece of you.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

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I know that feeling so well. I have felt that before with a friend of mine, and have never really been able to voice it as eloquently as you just have. Magnificent!