It is I who lurks near
stumbling from indecision
wanting to touch while
you're in my line of vision.
It is I who lingers in the corner
with a wanting yearn.
Yes, that was my breath
you felt as if it could burn.
It is I who comes just so close
you can feel the energy rise
as I lean in to see the depth
I imagine in your eyes.
It is I who takes a regular trip
over the hills and valleys of your bod
craving the heat to be created
as we share an explosive rod.
Yes, it's me creeping in your dreams
awakening you with a start
tingling and erupting volcanic pulses
causing a racing in our hearts.
One day I shall come to view
bold, alive and real to the touch
bringing with me the explosiveness
I've been craving far too much.
Del Cano 2008 June
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It Is I
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2 comments:
Hello and good evening Spencer,
I have to say that I have a confession...as soon as I read this poem I had to print out a copy of it and I will be taking it to bed to read before I go to sleep tonight. I really liked this poem and being a bit of a romantic single woman I enjoyed reading this.
This seems like it should be stuck within the pages of a love letter in a dark red wine colored envelope with thick red paper. Thanks for sharing this. Thanks for sharing such intimate moments with us and with me.
Hmmm Spencer, this is so erotic and sensual. I can feel your words and I get goosebumps. I to have printed it out and will read it again and again.
Myke
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