Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Black rose -Sigh- Intensely in my mind Dark as a thought Moving fleetingly From shadow to shadow I see you Intermittently Blonde hair Blue eyes Narrowly bound waist Corseted Contained Yet Yet freely You open Trust Trusting me To roam through your dreams Blindfolded Fed a solitary grape Juice Juices flowing down your legs Anticipating Anticipation of a touch Yet not a touch Only capturing Your mind To open The black rose And accept the nectar Of sweated loins On smooth Shaven lips poet