It should probably be stated I don’t ‘do’ poetry. I love it, but I have never been able to produce it. I felt daring and decided to step out of my little comfort zone on this one…sorry. ha!
He walks into the room
And causes electricity to spark
So fierce it will cause my doom
Or shock me to life out of this dark
His eyes a stormy blue, his lips so full
He sees through me to my core, I’m so weak
Unable to breathe, I try to play it cool
As he brushes his hand against my cheek
He smells of sandalwood and wind
His skin is warm to the touch
In his arms I will easily bend
How can I need him this much?
My knees begin to quake
My chest rises, I know what he’s after
From my dream I slowly wake
As I laughed my nervous laughter
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You did a wonderful job with this poem. You should step out of your comfort zone more often.
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Thanks!
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Wow, you have me drooling. Is there a video version of this?
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Oh it’s on repeat in my mind 😉
Thanks so much for your kind comment
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Oh just fanning myself. So many lovely lines in this poem. “stormy blue” eyes and sandalwood scents on a man are just too hard to resist. Plus you used the prompt so well. Conjuring that “did I dream that?” feeling from the words.
Your poetry was very nice.
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Thanks so much!! What lovely remarks! I’m very flattered.
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Thanks so much for your comment!! I always have struggled with mixing tenses. I really appreciate your feedback : )
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The flow and vocabulary used in this is electric which really heats up with your theme! I loved the opening stanza 🙂 The only thing I would say is the mix of tenses sometimes doesn’t work for me as you switch between present and past. But maybe that’s just me. Good job!
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