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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