A hiss in my ear
And I fear
That I am yours
As these fingers run through your hair
And I am smitten,
(no, bitten)
And then stricken by the taint
Of your love as it courses through me
With venomous delight.

Stoned in your vision
I find myself unable to turn.
And slowly harden with
Gorgonian arousal.

Your kiss,
Such bliss,
Tips me toward the abyss
With a fall
That shall shatter
This statued suitor.

I reflect the fact
This is truly
A love like no other.

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
Amanda Graham