Monologue-5

On that creative night
I had burst into a plethora
Of such fine expressions
That could put a doting poet’s
Erotic prosody to shame.

Trembling to your touch,
In your hands I had become
A novice’s innovative poetry
Slithering in lyric and tune,
When u kissed my cheek, my neck...

poem by Seema Aarella
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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