- Non-Erotic Poetry
- She brushes my hair at midnight
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Click hereShe brushes my hair at midnight
Silver silk tent
And with each comforting stroke
I yearn for more
In the softness of the moonlight
I give to her my mane
I offer her my crown
As she moves
like a cat
around this chair
Silently sitting
holding me captive
with her eyes
Bittersweet torture
As her fingers part this plait
Swiftly feel as agile digits
Dextrously explore
Sufficiently enough to be precise
How I want her to caress
How I want more
Than mere functionalism
How I want her
To brush out my demons
And untangle my dreams
Straighten my thoughts
And let me shine
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 18 years agoYou've captured a moment, a desire, a want and in a very lovely manner.
Harry Legabout 18 years agoI am no critic and thus can offer only my feelings. I thought it was lovely and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Nice work.
