As I feel the claim
Of the imprinted whispers on my skin
They begin to melt me into sin,
My silent breath fills the night
With yearning,
Heart racing.. seeping passion
That aches for release,
Punition douces…
Has caught me within it’s
Flames tonight,
Awaking all my senses
Every inch of me feels the control
Of the pull from the distances,
Frustrating me with a need
Of desire…
Oh punition douces…
Great job..although I had to look up the definition of punition and douces! If you know me, I’m not great at poems, so forgive my ignorance of these words!
You are forgiven, and thank you.
Ah, that yearning
*sigh*
Smiles
*smiles*… oh the communication through smiles.