She Waits
Layered in pink
and silence
she waits,
with glow of
anticipation the
velvet kiss upon her cheek.
Does he see me,
how I long to have
the layers plucked
one by one to reveal
the heart and soul
of me-golden, wet
this glow of desire
burning like fire?
so hot!
How long
before I wither
in waiting, too
long denied,
ignored, belied,
my fragrance fading
into dusky evening?
The layers then fall
away, one by one
fleeing as the angry sun
steals the blush from
my cheek; the bloom
grown old, too cold to
soak up its brilliant light.
To be touched at
last, a least, as
a carpet of pastel
‘neath your feet,
crushed in delight
as my soul takes flight.
Will you feel me then?
Will you understand
my devotion?
Cheryl KP
copyright 2015 words and photo
Tropical Affair 
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