silvered seduction

your face in shadow
blurred silhouette hesitates
framed by the doorway

so sheer in moonlight
your blue dress slides slowly
puddles at your feet

the curve of your back
painted silver by moonlight
as you turn away

heat of your body
sliding between cool white sheets
fevered as I touch

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. johncoyote
    Jul 28, 2012 @ 02:54:58

    Good visions create by powerful description. Good to feel fever in the cold of the night. A amazing poem.

    Reply

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