David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Poem of the Week


Day dream with me my cherub.

Let your angel dust cover my morning blues
and renew my longing for your touch.

Let me respond to the attentive spirit
that you portray as you hold my pent up lust
in your spellbound power.

Feather touch my pulsating breast
down to the waiting nest.
Moistened by your amorous words.
Engrossed in your deep sensual stare
I wash away life's tormenting cares.

I am naked and aware that you have seduced my soul
and laid me bare.

Make me yours in every way.
Devour and scratch your waiting prey.

Dominate and control the situation
that I present until we are spent

In our glowing hearts
we will become,'content'.

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