Across a crowded room, his eyes catch mine
Eyes half-hooded by mood lighting, half-hooded by wine
He’s careful not to glance, but for a moment pass
And I equally engrossed, by the drink in my glass
Our paths cross but briefly, among the dancers on the floor
We smile, have a polite greeting, step away and nothing more
It’s a moment over faster than a thunder’s boom
Before we’re back to hooded glances across the crowded room
But this time he doesn’t waver, he lets his eyes penetrate
I grasp the wall for some support, under the glare of its weight
Mesmerized by his power, I realize I am no match
Before I feel him deep inside me just as my breaths catch
I pretend to nod to music heard above the party’s din
But it’s really to the throbbing of his pulse felt within
Eyes closed my body tingles at the unexpected bliss
I feel the warmth of his breath release with mine in a hiss
Guided by steady flickers of strong and tender fingers
That flitter across points enflamed with a teasing linger
My eyes fly open in a flash, just all time slows
Across the room I see him nod and wonder if he knows
Has there only been a passing of a few heartbeats
That took me from the curious to the nearly complete
He stands with his smile knowing, while I stifle down a moan
And leaves me there in throbbing passion, ravished by his eyes alone
Hyde Park Poetry | Poets’ Rally Week 72 (September 5 -12, 2012)
The Perfect Poet Award Poetry Rally Week 72 – Ravished
Perfect voice in an imperfect world
Muse pulls prose from words swirled
I nominate the wonderful poet Heaven.
What the heck were you drinking??
Great poem, Raivenne. Hot stuff, and vivid. Whew, lordy!
someone is in love …madly, passionately…
sweet tribe, thanks for the wine image.
Hahahaha! I don’t about love, but at least lust.
Much thanks Aya.
Very well written!