Lesbian Poetry

A Spell Is Cast

When I think of you I am far away,
My mind wanders, my thoughts...they stray;
To wondrous places with special dreams,
So believable at times, so true it seems.
I imagine the emotions that flit across your face,
As with tender fingers...your skin I trace;
The uncertainty in your eyes shines so deep,
A treasured memory remains for me to keep.
The feel of soft, warm skin beneath me,
A passionate look now in your eyes, I see;
As I stroke you once more, with tender caress,
and let my fingers curl on a stray tress.
I watch you intently and bend my head,
To kiss your delectable lips, a sultry hue of red;
With quivering touches and heartfelt desires,
Emotions deep and our passions now fired.
We share a kiss so full of pleasure,
giving to each other, measure for measure;
Tongues flicking, dancing and entwined,
Such sensual loving is hard to find.
With bosoms heaving and hips pressed so near,
There's always loving and never a tear;
Our bodies close and our hearts beating fast,
And with a loving touch...a spell is cast!