Touch my heart
Touch my hair
Wrap yourself around me
Passion felt for your embrace
Entice me
Free my spirit
Free my thoughts
Make yourself known to me
I’m fascinated with you
Intrigue me
Speak to my artist
Speak to my soul
Feel yourself yield to me
Words meant to captivate you
Infatuate me
I see what you do
I know what I see
And still I find I tarry
Your sweet, soft prose
Have imprisoned my soul
Nothing left but to
Love me
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May 18, 2009 at 9:24 pm
Charles
Inspire me – Take the quill from my hand and drive it deep into my heart may that I bleed honeyed words onto parchment. Then so the ink shall drip softly from my lips as I tumble poetry into your ear.