Treasure Island

Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

(30/11/1994 / Birmingham)

Here In Your Arms


I get this strangest tingle at night.
Not one you're thinking..
Just a tingle. Like a kiss or a love bite.
Just something small, almost like blinking.

Then it gets better.
Arms around my waist, kisses on my shoulder.
Sweet nothings in my ear, like a whispered love letter.
Strokes along my side, a soft hand over my stomach boulder.

As I wake,
Arms disappear, kisses waste away.
Sweet nothings are nothing, kept at bay.
Warm soft feelings melt away into my empty bed, as if faked.

My empty shell moves out of my bed, hopeless, and lost.

Submitted: Saturday, October 06, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 08, 2012
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Here In Your Arms by Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Coming to you I said, gajanan mishra
  2. Smell the RosesT, Bill Cantrell
  3. I Invited You To Visit, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. A New Freedom, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  5. Bluened Tones, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Y/.. Thirst, Aufie Zophy
  7. Enchanting Essence And Passion, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  8. Y/.. Much more, Aufie Zophy
  9. Awaiting Universe Claims A Seconds Thought, Terence G. Craddock
  10. Crying Sun, Bill Cantrell

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Ernest G Moll

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]