Best Poems Written by Sharlene Wyatt

Fantasy

As he slowly strokes her body with his such loving hands, his lips gradually so 
gently move from her lips down to her neck. As his lips move down to her 
stomach his hands slowly caress her thighs on down. The hundred of rose 
petals that lie on the bed cling to there wet unclothed bodies. As the scented wax 
slowly melts around them, and the sweet smell of vanilla spreads around the 
room. The love that was made follows with three words that she has spoken but 
never was returned, slowly emerges in her ear from his soft flower petal lips, her 
heart sinks down to her stomach never knowing when this moment would ever 
come, it has and she loves it, this moment she would want to last forever.



                           Waking up in realization that it's all but a fantasy

Copyright © Sharlene Wyatt | Year Posted 2005