Across a crowded room, his eyes catch mine
Eyes half-hooded by mood lighting, half-hooded by wine
He’s careful not to glance, but for a moment pass
And I equally engrossed, by the drink in my glass
Our paths cross but briefly, among the dancers on the floor
We smile, have a polite greeting, step away and nothing more
It’s a moment over faster than a thunder’s boom
Before we’re back to hooded glances across the crowded room
But this time he doesn’t waver, he lets his eyes penetrate
I grasp the wall for some support, under the glare of its weight
Mesmerized by his power, I realize I am no match
Before I feel him deep inside me just as my breaths catch
I pretend to nod to music heard above the party’s din
But it’s really to the throbbing of his pulse felt within
Eyes closed my body tingles at the unexpected bliss
I feel the warmth of his breath release with mine in a hiss
Guided by steady flickers of strong and tender fingers
That flitter across points enflamed with a teasing linger
My eyes fly open in a flash, just all time slows
Across the room I see him nod and wonder if he knows
Has there only been a passing of a few heartbeats
That took me from the curious to the nearly complete
He stands with his smile knowing, while I stifle down a moan
And leaves me there in throbbing passion, ravished by his eyes alone
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Hyde Park Poetry | Poets’ Rally Week 72 (September 5 -12, 2012)
The Perfect Poet Award Poetry Rally Week 72 – Ravished
Perfect voice in an imperfect world
Muse pulls prose from words swirled
I nominate the wonderful poet Heaven.
What the heck were you drinking??
Great poem, Raivenne. Hot stuff, and vivid. Whew, lordy!
Whaaaat? *hic*
Thanks Charles
someone is in love …madly, passionately…
sweet tribe, thanks for the wine image.
Hahahaha! I don’t about love, but at least lust.
Much thanks Aya.
Very well written!
Thanks Daydreamer.