Taken
by pete marshall
Dolores smiled and held my hand,
her touch was soft upon my skin,
her lips were full upon my nape,
her thighs were warm and welcoming.
I felt a breath that chilled my skin
then crept along each vertebrae.
I closed my eyes and saw the joy
of devils dancing on my grave.
As willows hung above the stream
the winds would blow and gently sway,
the cry of lambs within the fields
as wolves would circle in the fray.
The pulse that beat within my mind
that flowed on through my poisoned veins,
the joy's I felt within your arms
upon your bed where dreams are made.
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Today I bring you a new Darkened Tale, an offering for One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry.
If you like this and would like to read more of Dolores and the Darkened Tales visit, The Darkened Tales Collection
Not often I get to brag but have you seen this interview? The River Paper started last week and featured me...nice to get a mention once in a while, go to the following link, The River Paper
Not often I get to brag but have you seen this interview? The River Paper started last week and featured me...nice to get a mention once in a while, go to the following link, The River Paper
Cant believe I have written two poems this week! This is now my third week of work and its strange coming to terms with the change. The good news is I am writing & now hopefully I will also start reading more again.
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