No Moonlight to Wear
I dreamt that I was wearing moonlight
When your hands cupped my breasts from behind
Their freckled tops leaving you swollen…
Seeking to hide…and eager to find
Auburn curls cascading to the side;
A waterfall so close to your kiss
You were buried in moist surrender –
My surrounding warmth your accomplice
And in that moment we were tethered…
By more than just the hold of our stare
Then daylight witnessed the whole scene gone;
No you…no moonlight for me to wear
Sheila Roy ~ Copyright August 7, 2011
Amor
This is fantastic !!
Had me from dreamt !!!
More, please,
<3 Phyllis <3
Creative and sensual. Your talent shines!
Many blessings
~Linda
Making love under the stars and moon is what this brings to mind and, in that tethered moment you are one with the universe.
Such a divine poem, I've now read this so often I may as-well add it to my library. Prolly a first!
More women should dress this way. xx :)
sensuality at its best, Most enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you
William
This is very effective in creating the atmosphere and describing the moment and... the moment after.
Axilea
Blessings,
Christine
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Anna
but for me it applies here for the palpable sense of loss
after the enchantment and sensuality of the union and
its sheer eroticism;
may you, Sheila, have moonlight to wear for all time
and may you share with us your beautiful poetry forever.
John
Regis
Wherefore did thou conjure
A tale to make my blood soar
Why thou rushed in your desire
In the end thou didst lie
No moonlight, no flesh to hold
You and I stand there so cold
fee