Snatcher.

How do you do this?

I feel your fingers running on my chest, like a feather going down the silks; the way you reached my back and then my arms, tickling, like pearls rolling down my skin, a touch so exquisite, it feels like heaven.

Is that your hair on my face? Like wind on the shores; my heart races and I want nothing more. Is this paradise? When have I arrived?

And I open my eyes, to see the cockroach crawling out my shirt.

Someone’s gonna pay dearly tonight.

23 thoughts on “Snatcher.

  1. Man, you are a professional! I don’t usually compliment but wow, that final rhyme and ending is just perfect. Sign me up on all poetry you’re coming up with in the future.Thanks for sharing. By the way, please join my blog too, with notifications, if you find it interesting – let’s grow together!😊

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