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Somebody's Baby
The moment I first saw you there,
Drawn by beauty beyond compare
To something more stirring within,
I knew tonight you'd be my sin.
Yes, somebody's baby before,
Oh you were meant for so much more.
With scarred hands trembling at first touch,
My God, I have missed this so much.
In shadow shared, your neck I kiss.
Soft fingertips, out of practice,
'Cross your skin glide—feel all untold...
All his neglect could not unfold
In palms cradled, eyes closed, breath held,
As passions of mind and soul meld;
My fingers stroke, bring that first purr...
Everything else fades to a blur.
Oh you give as good as you get,
Like no love I have ever met;
With angel's grace, with devil's lure,
And the need born of it so pure.
My will, your voice, you understand
The deft magick of a man's hands.
As touch for touch—as song for song
We make such sweet love all night long.
Your cries echoing through the night,
Till window glows with dawn's first light—
Till, as sweat-drenched, granting release,
I find myself awash in peace.
Fingertips raw...played till they bled,
The pain never felt in my head...
Just joy over lost dreams refound
In a guitar's soul-healing sound.
Published 3rd Oct 2015
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3rd Oct 2015 2:08am
3rd Oct 2015 9:22pm
Thank you, Keith... for helping me to realize there might still be some good inside me somewhere. I'm glad you enjoyed what the search for it found.
Michael
Michael
3rd Oct 2015 2:28am
I confess that I thought this was another erotic until I got to the last stanza. Music is a form of ecstasy when it comes from the right instrument and skillful hands. You write about the experience well, but I'm not a musician so I can only imagine. Fine work Michael!
3rd Oct 2015 9:28pm
"Music is a form of ecstasy"
I confess I him-hawed around for quite a bit trying to decide what category I should put this poem in. Your words confirm for me the choice was right. Nothing else out there to compare it to. Thank you for the visit, Sir Crow.
Michael
I confess I him-hawed around for quite a bit trying to decide what category I should put this poem in. Your words confirm for me the choice was right. Nothing else out there to compare it to. Thank you for the visit, Sir Crow.
Michael
3rd Oct 2015 5:33am
3rd Oct 2015 9:29pm
Ah, glad you enjoyed, Reflected. I did so enjoy writing this piece.
Michael
Michael
3rd Oct 2015 6:54am
wow i can see this in two ways bro... what a brilliant clever gem you created *fist bump*
3rd Oct 2015 9:32pm
Yup, this one is all up to the reader for interpretation, MV. :) Thank you for the visit, and the compliment.
Michael
Michael
3rd Oct 2015 11:07am
ohhhh you are too clever, no? my first read here in ages & darn it, mon ami this was wondrous
3rd Oct 2015 9:30pm
I've missed you Katja, been quite dark in here without you. :) Thank you for a bit of guidance back to the light. Glad you enjoyed.
Michael
Michael
3rd Oct 2015 11:35pm
4th Oct 2015 6:26am
Thank you so much for visiting my page, binda. Glad you approved of the unexpected ending. :)
Michael
Michael
5th Oct 2015 4:39am
True words indeed, John... and if done right, one you will always look back on and smile. Appreciate you stopping by my page and commenting. :)
Michael
Michael
7th Oct 2015 00:30am
As stated in your last line, this was a soulful piece. More so than erotic. Full of emotion which are paramount to the action here. But the results are always the toughest parts to deal with. Great job.
9th Oct 2015 5:44am
Sometimes the results are perfect, and very satisfying that is. Those times are worth every other failed endeavor. :) Always appreciate your perspective DPW.
Michael
Michael
