Glory

Glory

I stood,

talking business

and longed to press my lips

to your desire

for the first time.

I yearned to feel

your breasts

pressed to my chest;

to hold you too close

to misinterpret.

I looked into

such clear blue eyes

and I swam

in their glory

naked so that you

would know me.

 

01/09/12

 

 

Reviews

[Neville]

I'm back. I like this John, the last x6 lines in particular I would have liked to have written myself. AGT's N

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Glad to have you back how was the holiday?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Fancy a beer this after?

[Stanley Wilson]

great poem flowed well enjoyd it

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks!