Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
This poem is in response to a challenge
In this challenge the aim is to choose five words out of ten to create a poem, a story, journal entry or
however these words may inspire you, the purpose is be creative and inspire the art of writing or creativity.
So this is my attempt….
…these past few days, I’ve been feeling grim
wanting you, needing you
I began clinching the sides of my long skirt
bringing it up pass my thighs
I feel myself conspiring for your love
although you are no longer here
your spirit remains
you fragrance tickling my soul, every part of my body
all of this
evocative of those many evenings we spent together
knocking at my door
standing there,lustful at my doorstep
(by the way, how’s your wife?)
with my eyes tightly closed
and those tempting, delicious
feelings rising between my thighs
I’m left questioning
when will I receive impunity for these
of the Mr. Preacher Man?