Secret Lover
The sullen wind and the rain thundered,
and withdrawing my dripping cloak, I let my damp hair fall,
going to him, I made my smooth white shoulder bare,
my raven hair tangled, I whispered, "I love you" . . .
I had come through the night to be with him,
he stroked my cheek and I wound my hair in his fingers,
kissing my throat, I sighed and closed my eyes,
his lips burned with his desire . . .
My head, he clasped to his thundering chest,
and his tears came falling down,
we stayed together all the night long,
and still we have not stirred . . .
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November 11, 2012
Poetry/Verse/Secret Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 11-435-083-11
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to Late August 2018 Standard Contest,
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/2018
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Best Romantic Poem,
sponsor, Skat, Third Place (2015)
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