Reverie by Kate DemereeIt is Saturday evening And I Sit and smile... a soft sweet smile
Listen to the sounds Of a now silent house The purr of the cat Grumble of the furnace High thin howl of the wind If this were a poem I would have to add I can smell the scent of you, Feel your hands yet in my hair. Your laughter washes over me Riding a wave of passion. Satisfied ache of my thighs, Silent testament to tumbled sheets, And smiling bruised lips. Palms of my hands and fingertips Trace outlines in the air The shape of your back. Breasts rose tipped From your kisses Standing at attention Bare witnesses To this Reverie
12/8/2002
06/01/2003 Posted on 06/02/2003 Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
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