She silences the room
Solemnly entering.
Hearts slip over lost beats,
Lungs forget how to breathe,
Eyes sear to memory
The vision they behold.

My soul chills by her look
Beckoning me nearer,
Slowly luring me closer
Where we tightly hook arms.
We talk in hushed whispers
like familiar old friends,
But I'm a defenceless
captive unable to leave.

Bewitched by her soft spell,
Dazed enchanted crowds freeze
Not daring to risk moves
As our lithe dance begins.
Mesmerized by her grace
She seduced to song.

We play slow sensual games;
Teasingly light touches
Dissolve all doubts and fears.
Cold hands envelop me
In a snake like embrace,
Parting lips draw closer
Till I feel her faint breath,
Then she stops, promising
She will be waiting here,
But now it's not our time,
For hers is the kiss of death,
My loving Paramore.


Sorry I didn't mean to pay this 3 times and I don't see how to delete the extra ones

Nice poem .

Blissful

I read this at least 3 times,and still not sure what is the best response.

it is almost..dripping with sultry sexy perfection.

(((Blondey)))

Thank u all for the input..I try

I don’t mind a poem with some sensuality in it . It gives this lonely heart hope .

beautiful peom