by DarkLight   Aug 19, 2017

With a touch of passion
she mourned with love.
Sound of kindness floated the room
as if the angels had prompted a visit
in the house of the Lord.

With a touch of passion
I continued to caress her
that she will take away all my pain
and set me free of my worries.
She wasn't my date,
and yet she made my night,
bringing life to a house,
and battling the silence away.

A night of makeout,
taken by rough yet smooth caress
leaving everyone satisfied.
They rose up to cheer,
as I let the keys go free.
a release of satisfaction made of shouts and ululations.
a sense of accomplishment lit my face with a smile, as I disappeared backstage.


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  • 11 months ago

    by Lucifer

    As you begin to read this poem, with every line it just gets better and better. For me, 2nd stanza is the soul of this poem.

    Nice work.

  • 11 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    I am thinking of Tokio that guy from BGT... Do you play the piano? Music can really satisfy the soul... Wonderfully written.

  • 11 months ago

    by Michael

    What a wonderful piece darklight an enjoyable piece to read

    Michael :)

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