this is a story about what it means to be infatuated with someone.


Reaching For Love

Like a serpent across the floor he crawled
trying to reach her.
Her body soaked in the smell
of her perfume.
It was a fragrance she was made
for wearing.
His heart was pounding excitedly
and his eyes flooded with tears
as time escaped from its prison
Her razor-like fingernails
clawed into the carpet.
Moving inch by inch until
their lips met.
Their bodies burned
with the fuel of urgent desire.
Like the car you drive
Key in the ignition
thats what
starts the motor.
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Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-17 at 17:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very visceral metaphor. Of course it helps if the key fits.
2015-08-21