My fingers run along your spine
My eyes dilate with pleasure
Now that you are finally mine
The joy I cannot measure

My heart had pounded in my chest
I'd felt I was not able
But there you were in all your splendour
Beyond that walnut table

I wondered if I'd ever have you
You really were sought after
But something told me deep inside
It was now or never

Tracing the small groove on your left
And found you were not taken
Four books of poems bound in dark leather
and 'yes' a first edition!



An original poem by Tulip1969

I like this.

Thank you paintecards01 *bows head in appreciation*

made me smile
thankyou!

I'm glad *bows head in appreciation*

glitchy computer, I replied again...*ooooops*