My Agony Date: Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 02:35:45 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: jesusofholland She touches flame to candle With patience and great care It flickers, dances through dim room And shines upon her hair Seductive strut and fluid hips Are locked onto my glare Her lips so sultry, wanton, soft Belie her skeptics stare So close she brings her face But only drapes silk hair Then lightly like butterfly's wing Come kisses I hardly bear The way she teases me I tell her it's unfair The agony she brings to me I know she will not spare And when she does submit To me what she will dare I wake in bed, cold with sweat She's not; never will be there This poem is Copyright © jesusofholland Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=142051