Till Dawn. Poem by Roy Storey

Till Dawn.

Rating: 5.0


Runing my hands
through your long hair.
Caressing your neck,
slowly moving down,
your dress.
Kissing you
undoing the ribbon.

It falls away
i get a shiver,
that runs its course
down my spine.
That makes my entire
body tingle.

Rising as the dove
of dawn
carrying peace
to a world.
Moving up, and down
within the day
higher and higher
untill
the night
we sleep till dawn.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kathlyn Grace 26 June 2007

very good, I like how it is in the contrast with 'other' things

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Myra Jefferson 18 May 2006

I feel the night in your poem and it gives me good shivers!

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Patricia Gale 26 February 2006

Very nice, I might say spine tingling. Patricia

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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