Still, She Is Desirable
Blind-folded and out of my reach.
My kissing with her,
had been put, with a cease.
Our mouths explored,
I desired her tastes.
Her lips were of a shaded red,
you stained my soul, for this, I said.
She was my desire that I had gazed,
our vows of unity that we have amazed.
Desires of us we did explore,
I grabbed your hair as you wanted more.
Deep I did go inside,
to your soul, I did abide.
Our passions flowed. It was with bliss; you were my wife; you still exist.
With our pleasures did we enjoy,
we were not wrong, having been our ploy.
My love for you I refuse to let go,
for if I do, I will implode.
It's now I say God needed you,
I will admit, I wanted that too.
I had done this out of selflessness,
I could not bear you were suffering.
Don't get me wrong, for God understands; it was my duty He so commands.
Never should I see you suffering,
I had to let you slide into a buffering.
My love is still just as strong for you,
though you're not here, I had to let go.
You were my wife then; you still will be tomorrow.
Our story of a love between husband & wife working as a team.
We had to make it work; your love for me, you were my perk.
But then you disappeared as I had seen,
you faded into the lights of the moons-beam.
I love you still, Shannon!
Entered into Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest
at Winning Writer's website on September 17, 2020
April 15, 2020 contest ends Contestants called.
Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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