Presence Is Well Known


Nerves tantalizing

Felt all throughout the finger tips

Just to the touch of her soft skin

Scented, smell of lavender

Lamp dimmed

Drawn back to sketch a better picture of her

Knowing the kind of hell she’s been through

It’s your calming presence, that sends a chills down her spine

So easily to trace her curves, with sweaty palms gliding over her nakedness

She’s just cooling off from the outside heat

Remembering the call, she gave you, from the coma she was in

Her throat dry, the cold ice melts to soon in her mouth

Only thing she wants for the moment

“Come join me in the bed”

Cool night air soon to come

“Come and join me.”

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©