Softly Sensual
Like a late autumn sun
Melting the frost upon the fields
Her smile warms my heart
Memories of her touch never yields
My heart skips a beat
Every time she brushes near
I drown in her moist breath
As she whispers sweet nothings in my ear
Knowing her in a way
No other human possibly can
Makes me soar high above the earth
Thanking God I am a man
by Joe Flach, written and posted on 8/20/2013 for nette onclaud's Softly Sensual poetry contest
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013
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