Touch Me
I am sitting in the dark, silently.
Sipping a drink as I did many times in the past.
Only now I am blushing, for my skin
has never been caressed with such deep voice before.
Those gentle vibes are dancing all over my body
and I cannot help but shiver.
Finally I surrender and let that sound please me.
Your warm whisper floating across the room
stops at my table and rests on my ears.
A muffled groan comes out of my mouth.
Suddenly I feel speechless, naked…
Covered only with your words,
which suit me perfectly.
The room is fulfilled with applause,
brighten by lights escaping through the window
as I walk away.
I left my glass slipper on the table
with a bitter- sweet lipstick mark on it.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2014
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