Smitten

 

The dark shadows of my loneliness she dissipates

Her tender smile fills my heart, how it vibrates!

 

My mind tends to wander as I think of her,

her perfume, the electricity in her touch,

the softness and sensuality of her voice.

Is it an impossible dream for us to be together?

To hold her, to caress her, to kiss her and such?

She is mine! That is my choice.

 

So many feelings that need to be written.

There is no doubt. I am smitten!

 

Pedro Marenco

© Sacramento, CA June 30, 1998