Poems and Poetry: Anteroom of Heaven

Anteroom of Heaven

The time I spend with you is

Like playing in the anteroom of heaven

Your eyes, alive with love and devotion

Spoke to me of things no words could convey

Sometimes you didn’t touch me except with

Your eyes, but the touch was almost as

Effective as with your fingertips

When you hold my hand, it seems as if

Our blood flow together

Embracing me stimulates ecstasy

I’d experienced desire too many times to count

But never this yearning to possess a woman


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