- Erotic Poetry
- Memories
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Overcome by her memories of yesterday,
she enters the dank, dark basement.
Opening a dusty box, she smiles through tears,
removing the candles they used the night the lights went out.
Emotions flood as she remembers how he had led her outside,
making love to her under the orange moon.
Curling into herself, she slumps in the corner and dreams:
beautiful dreams of the two of them together,
their walks along the beach, hand in hand.
The time her special dinner was ruined,
and he kissed away her tears, telling her
he would always love her.
Awakening, she sighs and lovingly places
her memories back in the dusty box.
Ascending the stairs, she thinks that
time moves too slowly these days,
waiting and wondering when the time will come
that they can be together again.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Trailalmost 17 years agothe basement always holds memories (grin (~_~) nice write!
BOSTONFICTIONWRITERalmost 17 years agoBoy, it must have been raining when you wrote this poem. It made me feel sad, lonely, and grey. It is a good thing when a poem makes me feel something.
So, did he die? Is she looking forward to being with him in the after life?
By the way, I would never curl up down my cellar, there are way too many spiders (lol).
"Geez, did you see the size of that spider? Hit him with the chair."
