He Stole My Heart
He stole my heart when I first met him.His words caressed my body like silk.
Each line traced places deep inside me,
awakening hidden untouched desires.
His words beckon, calling out for my response.
I hear them; I devour them; I become them.
Oh, my Writer of Love, do you know,
I am restless in my yearning for you?
Let me read your heart's expressions
as melodious rhapsodies flow from your pen.
Fulfill my most exotic expectations until you
whisper your words into my waiting ear.
He stole my heart and has never returned it.
I await, not its return, but his arrival.
Come to me; Romance me; Love me.
Let me feel your warm embrace as we dance.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-05-26 at 00:36
Tags Love  Romance  Fantasy 
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