Show Me the Light
Gentle words
lead to a rougher touch
moved only by passion.
A husky voice speaking obscenities;
sounding strangely sweet
to a virgin soul.
Heart racing, the room is spinning.
Inner explosions, excitingly
foreign to a long neglected body.
Right or wrong-
morals gone, living in the moment.
Thinking, feeling, doing, being the forbidden.
Motives still unclear to me
make me feel like who I would like to be:
grab my flesh, I am desired,
caress my face, I am beautiful,
close my eyes, I am free.
Copyright © Kerrie Doyle | Year Posted 2006
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