Writhe between the sheets

Writhe between the sheets

 

 

Could Love be so bold, as to blind me to the truth of your heart?

It makes me a fool in my actions.

 

This feeling so sweetly laid in my imagination,

It makes me feel without thinking.

 

The sigh of it all,

Steals the breath from my sleepless nights.

 

I writhe between the sheets,

Now soaked with my need for you.

 

~~~~~

Thoughts not my own control my beating heart.

~~~~~

 

Let it burst from my chest,

And lay waist to things never able to flourish.

Reviews

[FlamingPhoenix]

Wow! Ya know, with as many pieces of mine that you have reviewed, I'm not sure I have ever returned the favor--BIG MISTAKE! This piece alone has drawn me in and convinced me to subscribe to you so that I can read more. I love this piece and I am anxious to read more! "Could Love be so bold, as to blind me to the truth of your heart?" Brilliant!

[ron]

Aww thank you Phoenix, you are very sweet to say.

[Angel of Heart's]

The heart has an existence of it's own, and understands not anyone or anything's permission to be....it is destined for marking time with it's presence.....and it becomes a spring that forever changes the climate of our existence.......
This is such a deeply moving write Ron.... I can understand and relate to the words on a deeply personal level.....beautifully brushed in it's whispered ache....

[ron]

And yet I fall, never to be awaken by such a beauty, who has graced me with words like those of an Angels wings upon my soul.