Outside the storm pounds on the rooftop.
Sound most find no comfort in calms me.
I lay in bed listening to the thunder and the rain.
My mind drifts to dreams, imagining.
Confessions to you of things never said, only thought.
Can I give away that part of myself?
I close my eyes and fantasize of you.
My body comes alive beneath its satin slip.
I want to show you what I feel for you.
Each time you are near my heart races.
Thoughts of your caress, your kiss.
Wanting to hold you, touch you, listen to your secrets.
Will it be tonight we share ourselves and bare our souls?
Is this not meant to be more than passing fancy?
Time will tell.
This is very good and I'd have to agree with rocklovingwolf100
It is beautiful and very true about how people feel when they go to confess their love. It is an amazing poem! Well done!