Anne-Marie Christine Poems
Secret Lovers
He was lecturing to a large crowd
When she first laid eyes on him
Intoxicated by his words
She had to meet him
As she approached
He seemed to stop breathing
His speech flustered by her... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating:  Lustful
There I was again
Laying in his bed
I could not stop smiling at him
He was like a whirlwind
Surrounding me amorously
Almost magnetically propelling me towards him
I remember
His breath on my... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Capture
I have given all of me
Yet I remain unfulfilled
For he loves only with his body
Emotionally invisible
Incapable of seeing
That love with the mind and soul
Heightens the pleasure
I plead with my... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Young Love
I was sixteen years old
When he came into my life
He got out of the car
And the sight of him shocked me like electricity
He was tall with a muscular build
Smooth tanned skin
With eyes the color... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Flames of Desire
I keep thinking that with time
My forbidden desire for you will fade
But to my torture it only intensifies
I try to deceive my heart
By laying in the arms of another man
Hoping he will remedy... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Just A Touch
I was hoping he would be there
At the gathering
We were seated next to each other
And innocently
Our hands had touched
My heart began to race as if I were running
I felt feverish to the point... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: November Night
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... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Our Lagoon
You come to me
Under the golden weeping willow
We walk hand in hand
To our lagoon
Its water the color of turquoise
With emerald foliage trailing down the rocks
The air scented with lilac
And... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Value to the Heart
Glistening Pearls to Tahiti
Succulent spices to India
They are indeed treasured
But pale in comparison
To your value to me
Your lips worth more than the Hope diamond
Your body needed... more
Poet: Anne-Marie Christine rating: Slow Fire
Does it show
The depth of my sickness
I suffer from desire
Sick with love
Can I call it love
For what else pierces the heart like a dagger
Only you can heal me
For you alone gave the... more
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