Author: Christina L Pineda
The touch of my own hands remind me of you,
way over my head fantasizing and without a clue.
I wanted to be with you pure and before your eyes naked,
but it would have been like taking an angel from heaven...so precious and sacred.
I imagine you in the darkness of my room at night,
and I wished to have made love to you with all my body's might.
I have an image of you nailed to the walls of my heart,
and the whispers of your voice that with me shall never part.
In my mouth I hold the tasteful essence of your body's flavors,
and the memories of our love locked in my heart's chambers.
I know now that it's best to just let go,
and the shedding of my tears that to you I shall never show..
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Jose (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, September 2 2002, 06:36 pm|
Just wanted to mention that I read and appreciated the poem. To many times things go without saying and I just wanted you to know that poetry is one of the best means of spilling your hearts contents.
Thanks for the Poem!
|brittany Watson (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, January 27 2003, 09:17 pm|
i liked that poem girl you need to get you a book of love poems out there you just don't know how deep that poem is to me it reminds me of this boy and me . and it makes me remember that i will always love him no matter what.
|Stacey (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, January 30 2003, 10:37 pm|
What a sweet poem. Excellent job !!
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