Saturday 30 November 2013

Attraction


This poem grew from a framework of just the four words which form the opening lines of each stanza.





Attraction  -  30 Nov 13

Words
I heard you speak
Your words
Warm honeyed
Calling me

Lips
Brushed mine
Soft angel wings
Enticing

Eyes
Entrancing alluring
Shaping touch
Through sight

You
Complete me





I Love the way these grow almost by themselves.

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    1. Good! It really would not be a very good Love song if it did not affect the reader's breathing at least a little ♥

      Thank you dani ♥ for your Lovely comment.

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