Anne-Marie Christine Poetry

He awoke from the sound of my knocking
Late on a Monday evening
He let me in and I sat down
Then the confession began
I told him he consumed my every thought
And from the moment I saw him
I was struck by the arrow of Cupid
He was nervous and shaking
Unable to confess much
I took a chance and touched his chilled hands
He answered me back with a soft kiss
Our weakness for each other was clear
Desire lead us to his bedroom
Powerless in his embrace
I let him touch every inch of me

In fear of falling deeper in love
I never saw him alone again
For my lack of courage
I deserve the lasting regret that punishes me

Such time has passed since that cold November night
But the memory of him had forever crystallized in my mind
The evening of November the twelfth
The night I was his

Poet: Anne-Marie Christine