SPUN

Watching my world spin by like a dizzy-colored top
One whisper of your voice, I fade away
Drowning softly in gentle vices
Lost in your kisses like white hot heat
My pulse pounding every second
Reeling with the anticipation, consumed with desire
The chance had come and we foolishly passed it by

1 comment:

cjn said...

Once again I must say you are the queen of sensory words that leave such a strong vivid picture on one's mind. This poem is short and sweet and I think it is just right!!!!! Great Job!!!