Black as night, silky as fur,
I lye in bed and I burn for her,
her sweet blue eyes and her silvery touch,
I have never longed for anyone this much.
With her porcelin skin and fine dark hair,
I would do anything for her, go anywhere.
Desire rages from the cockles of my heart,
Her carved face an angels art.
Her skin as white as a pearly dove,
If only I had confessed to her my love.
Now I wait to see her flashing smile,
but for now my emotions are pressed away into a concealed file.
Author notes
Hi there! I hope you enjoyed reading this! It just kind of came to me which is a bit weird considering im not used to writing poetry. 
A contest entry
- Loves Delight by karma-n-peace.
1100 points, ended October 7, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Wow very pretty and well written!


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I did enjoy it, thanx

Desire rages from the cockles of my heart,
Her carved face an angels art.
I love this line the most.

