Drop of hope

Drop of hope

As I was laying here naked with

you on the floor of your home just

wondering to myself in complete

and honest amazement how we

ever ended up this way with so

many years of friendship I now

believe that we are starting a brand

new chapter in our lives so I begin

to write a new piece of poetry by

slowly spilling ink across the softest

spot of skin on your lower back on

your beautiful body, you know where

I mean the place where all of the

nerves start right in the center of

the pleasure spot in your brain then

twist down your delicate spine causing

goose bumps to rise every time that

finally comes to an end with the curve

of where my dreams of so many

sleepless nights and mornings have

started and I hope shall never end,

just as my poetic ink starts to form

heated puddles between your beautiful

bare breast as they rise to reach up to

my warm place of prose like a seedling

grasping up towards the sun, both of

us so afraid to reach out and let go of

the past and grab on to today and the

future to fall in love again, both bruised

and battered from all of the relationships

that we have had yet did not ever win,

with hearts still broken, hurt, battered,

ripped and torn now starting with just

a single drop of hope that was caused

from the warmth of one soft wet kiss

that started fires from the sparks of

hidden desires that we had held beneath

our breaths that are now beginning to

smolder while burning out of uncontrollable

desires from deep down within the deepest

depths our souls, that we both had forgotten

their very existence. I continue on using

my poetic pen filled with the ink of every

emotion of all mortal men, I start to write

about how my love for you will never end

just as you start to say something between

the rhythm of the now rhyming deep breaths

so you close your eyes and visualize how

my words may come to the end just as

my hand then my arms starts to shake as

our bodies now begin to quake, the words

of my love for you start to flow now down

your body even faster than it has ever done

before and as you began to murmur the

words that I have burned into pages of our

new love you scream "please, baby do not

stop please keep writing those words forever

for I have now been awakened to the beautiful

poetry that has caused me to tremble with

so much love and desire, please I beg you to

continue until forever runs dry than you can

refill your ink full with all of my love and again

then maybe we could do over forever again.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey