Passions of Erotic Ghosts
it’s night my mind is free to drift
across the endless thoughts of love away
the hearts and passions of our erotic ghosts
grabbed when we have some fleeting time to play
for I can’t offer you that something
that is no longer mine to give
no heart, no pledge, no promise made
for the life we’d like to live
no “I love you”, sealed with a kiss
no sweet love-making on the sand
only our souls will kiss in ageless time
I know ‘tis hard to understand
finger tips can touch bare skin
but our thoughts will memories share
of what may have been or someday could
yet it’s of this I do not think or dare
sweet stories dreamt in solitude of night
when the air fills with Cupid’s lover’s glance
come morning light we face the dawn
and hearts pain once more will devilishly dance
Bittersweet...like life itself.
This was a well penned emotion my friend, much respect I have for you in all your honesty
well done!!
Well now, this is powerful and poignantly expressed; very well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
Paul;-)
Well done my friend!!
Love Tinka
Carmen :-)