an idea so creative, it refused to be wasted.
A need so profound, it massaged her feelings.
A touch so compelling,
it increased a hunger, in her conviction’s swelling.
She was only trying to figure,
how to quench this aggressive thirst,
not validate anothers soul,
without regarding her own 1st.
Essentially known in past years,
as a secrets’ keeper, as she kept them for other’s deeply planted,
but this one eats her.
A ghost of passion that consumes each breath she’s taken,
charging her body responsible,
for each accountable passion forsaken.
Refusal of past liaison’s
she didn’t want, nor ask for,
became consequence set-up,
to tease and possess her body regarding the one, she wanted to explore.
No desire was there to explain not even her own thoughts.
For in her life she was plagued,
by a heart full of feelings, for even the love it sought.
This Ghost of passion watches, touching her in her sleep,
sending powerful urges of sensual chills from her neck down toward her feet.
knowing it’s really thoughts of his that have come alive, she just wants to reciprcate, hoping her thoughts, allow him deeper inside.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose