Raven
By: LadyWillow
Lips seek out my own
and passions rise.
Warmth fills me
and love within my soul
overflows.
Eager, yet gentle hands
run over my inflamed
flesh.
A breathy, passion-filled voice
whispers warmly in my ear:
"I love you."
Then, I wake up
Laying next to emptyness.
She isn't there.
She never is.
All that remains of her
is the lingering memory
and the smell of her
Raven Hair.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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