by Rhonda Laurel
You send me to heights that I could only compare to…
A horseback ride on a winding trail
A dive off a scenic Hawaiian cliff at sunset
The warmth of a bubble bath in a claw foot tub
My skin throbs as you caress me with your artisan hands
You lick your lips as I dress
Remembering the sweet silky taste that oozed from that can of whipped
we left under the bed
Sweet cream mixed with my delicious perspiration reminiscent in your
You called me your Nubian Ambrosia
Images of lascivious combustion flash through my head worthy of
I arch my leg to retrieve your tie ever so lovingly tied around my ankle.
Your finger trails down my voluptuous frame in search of my heart beat.
I tell you I died a little last night and you sigh.
As we go our separate ways
Both hoping for a repeat performance tonight
You tell me I am beautiful
And I blush.
Rhonda Laurel lives in New Jersey and is pursuing her dream of being an author. She began her writing career in 1995 with her first written, first published short story ‘Playing For Keeps’ in the quarterly review A Place to Enter.
She has been published in The Writer’s Post Journal, on 400 Words.
com, The Concelabratory Shoehorn Review and Bareback Magazine.
In addition to poetry, she also writes short stories, essays and novels.
She is currently working on Duality of Love a novel with a compelling heroine that she hopes to bring to life in the future.