Andrew Repenning Poet Blank verse

Looking Glass

The mind's eye plays tricks on desire.
There, I feel your body pressed
		hard against mine,
Each breath in unison is something divine.
The thick-hot passion of our
		two forms entwined
Drips from our naked mass.
There your lips secrete
		such sweet sugar.
A leg wraps wantingly
		around my torso
As my finger tips dig passionate
Into your warm, gentle sides.

Alas, the mind's eye is only a looking glass.
I am here alone again,
Cold with the dank morning dew.
And you, you are the sleeping angel
That keeps the bed warm
With these same euphoric burning blessings
That the mind's eye can only dream of.

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Pace Ink-U-Script November 6, 2012 at 1:13 PM Excellent piece!! regards INK-U-SCRIPT

Cindy Cayton November 5, 2012 at 4:05 PM :) have a good week. God bless you and your writieng endeavors, you are a very good writer :) take good care, and I hope to read more of your poetry at a later date, much love, your friend in poetry, Lucinda "Cindy" Lu Cayton