Strike the Blue
We climbed up on that high terrain
Where lightning struck the blue
Where thunderous hearts beat in the rain
That fell on me and you
We took that lonely desert road
Both knowing where it led
I want to do it all again
Beneath the watershed
Of hands, so warm, upon my skin
Searching for surrender
Leading me to ecstasy
Preparing me to enter
A place I thought I’d never go
With you the day we met
A place I thought that I had been
But babe, I hadn’t yet
I miss the feeling of your touch
The soft scent of your skin
I need to hold you, oh, so much
To have you here again
So near to me that I can feel
The beating of your heart
The breath, this breath has longed to steal
From lips I long to part
My hands, so soft, upon your skin
Waiting your surrender
Leading you to ecstasy
Preparing you to enter
Me
©Kay Salady
Posted on February 7, 2014, in poetry and tagged beating heart, breath, ecstasy, hands, lightning, lips, lonely desert road, rain, soft scent, surrender, thunderous, touch, watershed. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Wow – truly steaming hot!
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Thanks, Anders xx
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You’re welcome, dear Kay. hugs
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