Daydream
She rolled down her silky sheer stockings
gives him a saucy sexy look,
imaging his hands there instead
gently coursing her trim figure.
Feels his eyes following his hands,
as she submits to her passion.
wishing that he could lay with her
as they transcended to heaven.
Alas it could never be, for he,
was only a marble statue.
Crafted by her, in memory
of the hours they once had shared
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment