Your image remains in the tendrils of thought
that drift in my mind – knowing you caught
me alone and in need.
The memory of your touch - feather light,
of your mouth on my skin in the darkness of night
draining my essence in greed.
Morning has come and what little remains
to bear witness – rumpled sheets and some stains:
Facts that mislead…
You are gone but in absence my body feels
the marks of your passion – memories that reveal
and will not recede…
Tonight I will wait for your silent return…
You damnable mosquito – now it's your turn
to be crushed and bleed!
Author notes
Now just where was your mind heading? (LOL)
Picture Credit: http://insideabubble.deviantart.com/art/Unmade-Bed-8228503
A contest entry
- All for All (im taking all poems and no rules =) )) by Erozay.
550 points, ended May 9, 2008, 38 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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agggg ure so messed up that was not what i suspected so mean but i really liked it. gonna drive me insane doing stuff like that to me p.p lol
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oh very clever! Actually it was working great in the direction it was heading, but the final twist was the clincher lol Nice one Ken
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LMAO Leave it to you Ken!! Absolutely briliant lol and very unexpected. I was starting to get my fire lit -- till the end, that kinda killed the flame LOL Wonderfully written!!! Keep it up hehe no pun intended
Linda
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LOL! Brilliant. You tease you. Love it!
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Oh my goodness!!! I was not expecting that ending!!! I was getting all hot under the collar there for a bit and then.. bam! Damn mosquito!!
Brilliant!! And loving that rhyme scheme!
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Hello ma genius
Men you are the bomb you are so creative i never thought of it in that way but you certainly know what i was thinking so....
But you are really good at what you do keep it up for you are a genius -
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Thank for appreciating the humor and the diversion (LOL). Take care...
Ken
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