This poem grew when I was in bed trying to get to sleep but Muse would not let me ~ she insisted that I made notes on my phone.
This is the result.
Sensuous - 02 Mar 14
Sliding
A silken shadow
Slips over me
Sensuously
Warm dark
Welcoming
With her touch
Reaching
Under the folds
Of fabric
Her fingers find me
I considered taking this further but felt that leaving it hanging would create a better feeling of the sensuous nature and would allow for a possible sequel at some point.
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you do an excellent job of getting across the sensuousness and leaving it where you did tantalizes... i look forward to a sequel.
ReplyDeleteI do like letting the reader take the poem to the next level ~ MY next level could be rather interesting ♥
DeleteThank you dani ♥ I hope that the sequel emerges soon ♥