Am I the one you cry for?
Am I the one you yearn for?
Am I the only woman that comforts you in the dead of night
The only one to hear your raspy voice
After a set
Oh how the sweet feeling of your leather pants excites me
The embroidery of your flaming red jacket
The beads of sweat that race down your forehead after every show
As I sit atop the amplifiers you play on.
To them, the girls out there all hot and bothered, you're a god
An all divine creature with magic hands
A magic man
And all I see is utopia when I look into those stone blue eyes, that reflect my silver platforms
"My muse" you say "my goddess"
"You are my inspiration, you are the music"
I understand you. Darling and beautiful.
And in the light of this life we live and love.
We roam in wonderment, never actually searching for anything
Shred my clothes from my quivering body, make love to every piece of me.
"Have you ever experienced a little death?" That's what an orgasm feels like with you
A silencing of my worries and fears
"Le petite mort"
"Let's all feel a little death!"
We make love all night, and on till morning
You tell me stories of our former life, say that we were meant to be
That you'll never love anyone as much as you love me
Tears stream from my eyes
Because in a sense I know I'll never be the only woman
Lovers you will take on the road
Many blow jobs to go around
"I'll always have you in my heart pam"
And you will
I know you will
"I am the poet, and you are my muse"
YOU ARE READING
Touch me
PoetryBeauty is everywhere. But you must learn to see it. A collection of fictional poems. **All poems are written by me so please do not steal or take credit for them
