Making Love to the Moon
While looking for youIn the waxing moon,
I happened upon a smile
You gave me yesterday,
Wondered if I’ll ever know you
When you were a child,
Heard your far away voice
Dancing in my ear,
O’ night sky,
Bathing my pale skin
In damp whispers.
Stealing my breath
With drifting phantom fingers.
I lie naked beneath you
Earnestly impatient,
Inhaling your abundance,
Exhaling a wish, a dream, my love.
posted by Theresa @ 6/03/2006 09:22:00 AM
17 Comments:
I like this line(s):
I happened upon a smile
You gave me yesterday
beautiful
splendid...very good, T.
Zoooom - That's my favorite too.
U-Genius - Thank you. I didn't know if anyone would comment on this poem. It's a little racy. Thank you.
Steve - Thanks, Sweetie.
VGP - Why yes, thanks for the beautiful comment.
Someone's waxing poetic today. ;) This was beautiful T.
(i like phantom fingers)
nice poetry
It sounds like someone special has entered your life.
Joy - Is there such a thing as "waxing sappy"?
That's more my speed.
Popeye - those fingers make you tingle?
Barry - Thanks, Babe!
SpinDoc - That's one possibility ... or maybe I'm just imagining things again.
This is beautiful.
Thank you for mooning us all Theresa.
Such a beautiful sight.
very well written. . . your poetry is always impressive
Happy 666!
Nice poem dearie!
word ver: DWIBOB
Casey - Thank you
Nosthegametoo - Ha! Even more true if anyone had been around during the composition of this particular poem.
Stephen - and your flattery inspires me even more.
Yoga - happiness to you too
Andy - Thanks Baby!
Beautiful (made me feel like I was there).
I feel waxy.
Hey kiddo.
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