Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

Pictures of you

      Painted upon my memory.

A face silhouetted

      With peaceful serenity.

Living our life

      In my dreams.

 

 

I remember

      That rainy day embrace.

My heart beat

      A crack of thunder

As you come near.

 

 

In a downpour

      Of the sky’s teardrops.

You brushed my lips

      With a gentle caress.

 

 

I hold on to you

      Feeling each gentle

Whisper of love and passion

      In your fingertips.

 

 

A tingling sensation

      Of hot licking flames

Running rampant

      Down my spine.

 

 

A harsh whisper

      So warm and tender

Against my ivory ear

      A love that I cannot forsake.

 

 

 

Demanding but gentle

      Fingers caress my neck

Tugging at my hair

      Exposing my slender throat.

 

 

My eyes slowly open

      To a dark clouded sky

With rain gently falling

      Like you are holding me tight.

 

 

A drop for each tear

      I have shed.

A caress on the whispering wind

      Of love held dear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Black Velvet Rose.