Ready to be broken she pulls away so gently. <br />A word not spoken, for they knew it had to be. <br />Drizzling rain coming down, making hardly a sound. <br />Forest scents fill the air, like tantalizing incense, <br />potent and alluring, beckoning my call to thee. <br /> <br />But this is not to be, heavy breathing no more, <br />tender hearts broken. <br />Charming that you are, your heart governs, <br />breaking my tender heart, no one to console. <br />It is you that I adore, caresses wanting to restore. <br />But tortured that I am, not to be reborn, <br />destiny engulfing my soul, answers of no form. <br /> <br />Melting away I am this day, <br />remembering your sweetness, so sublime. <br />Your hips, your back, your ample breast, <br />never ever to be mine.<br /><br />KENNETH FORDHAM<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-exotic-countenance/
