Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Meet me on the Sidewalk

picture source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/526850856381021734/

     The raindrops fall freely from silver skies onto dancing forms with thirsty skin and heated breath,
     savouring the thousand fingers that trail down their limbs, a river, not meant to cool the soul, but stroke the seeds of desire that lay dormant in the drought and they sprout,
     reaching out to lick and taste and feel and absorb the drops from your glistening skin,
     the need to have and engage a single-minded purpose from which you cannot deviate,
     you cannot withdraw from my privation, you may not remove yourself from me until my shattered world is rebuilt with colour and life, and my aching roots can rest for a while, they’ve been fed, they are sated, their thirst has been slaked. For a while.


  1. Sexier and sexier!!!
    You are right I am blessed and after this poem I am ready to sit on Santa's lap!

  2. what a beautiful expressions dear loved it god bless

  3. A beautiful poem! Solstice blessings to you!

  4. After what that lady did in Vegas a couple of days ago. meeting on a sidewalk might not be too safe.

  5. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay rainy sidewawks??? i am not a fan!!! but if sumbuddy has an umbrella i wil go meet yoo their!!! mary krismas!!! ok bye

  6. I am sorry for being late. I wanted to be by much earlier. "Stuff" happened, but I hope you-all had a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!