Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


Trying to close my eyes without remembering your smile
feeling your eyes on mine
your laugh vibrating my cheek through my pillow
we, stretching out to temps of 72 degrees air blowing
and our body heats well above 88
embracing the touch of fresh linens
mixed with body oils that your skin glistens
I refuse to close my eyes
until I see yours fall first
wanting to watch your every movement
and see how long you can keep the smile
that you fell asleep too
Breathing you is so heavenly
a sound just below moaning
yet inviting
how do you dream with me here
what face would dare to see when lips touch in sleep
our bodies become entangled in covers
we sought each other out like egress to the blind
she smells so good when she breathes
feel so good when she toss and turn in her sleep
I feel her hidden talking to me
in wet poppin when she uncrosses her legs
Did I kiss you before you went to sleep?
Don't want to wake her
trying hard not to take her
in my chest is where she buries her head
I lost a full night a sleep
feathering my fingertips over the covers that are touching you
you have me arising before the sun
from the full moon I see from your back to me
I touch her with my body
she thanks me in heavy exhales
adjust her body to the stem cell that swells
I can't sleep
Won't sleep
until she wakes up seeing me.

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner Registered & Protected

1 comment:

  1. Love this poem and missing all of that!

    Miss those moments but not the men that were attached to them.

    Patience is indeed my virtue.

    Love and peace