A cold misty rain fell on the roof
Nature"s music played out on the tin,
But no matter what tunes she played,
The same music was heard from within,
The lovers lay naked on a bearskin rug
Their bodies aflame within their souls
Gave heat and light he whispered to her ears
of his love for her and the passion he felt.
She returned the love he offered her in ways to make
his heart melt. For hours or days, they knew
new nothing else this love took over there souls.
Their heat and fire knew no end. Burning hotter
hotter than coals even the coals. For each release,
she gave him her heart. The two became one that cool misty
rainy night.
Thank you for the comment--I am new like you and just wondering where this will lead--I am very scared that people will not like what I say
again thank you
terry walker
I liked this one and I want to read more of your
work and will when I get the time. I appreciate
your review of my Cat Ballou poem.
Warm Regards,
Dale
wow, teresa this is nice...good job
You paint with words, you paint moving pictures, you paint emotions passion, desire, love, you had me at tin roof, I love this poem
very nicely written...I enjoyed this very much...good write...
very nicely written...I enjoyed this very much...good write...