Her

Sometimes...

The dark dance calls softly,
like Night Shade or Oleander.
Just a little taste...
Just one more slow waltz...
I can smell her
wet orchid while I sleep.
She moves languidly through
my dreams possess me at dawn
with lambent steps.
The love is violent, like a bullfight.
It's sweet and treacherous, ferocious.
Fatal for one of us.
And she's been gored.

Author's Note

I'm pleased to announce the release of my latest boo. Here's a link.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888

I read poetry from my books on my you tube channel. Here's a link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cONQtjbeEo8

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

Ah, i am reminded of Georia O'Keeffe's wonderful and sensual orchid artwork....
A lovely poem Thomas, starting softly and building with intensity
until the final explosion of passion and madness.
I enjoyed the images you created here..:)

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, Stella.

[Neville]

..... This is excellent, let no one tell you otherwise and if they do .. refer them on to me .. Neville

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[Neville]

........................ no probs my pleasure :)