Lingering
I can still feel the touch of him
His grasping fingers
The feeling lingers
Soft embrace
A kiss to my face
His skin so cold
Eyes so old
If I close my eyes
The feeling dies
Don't make me fall asleep
Don't make me start to weep
I cannot leave my mind alone
Can't stop hearing his gentle tone
Whispers so sweet
Showers me with heat
The memories so crisp and new
A feeling that has already grew
A feeling that will always stay
No matter what the time of day
His grasping fingers
The feeling lingers
Soft embrace
A kiss to my face
His skin so cold
Eyes so old
If I close my eyes
The feeling dies
Don't make me fall asleep
Don't make me start to weep
I cannot leave my mind alone
Can't stop hearing his gentle tone
Whispers so sweet
Showers me with heat
The memories so crisp and new
A feeling that has already grew
A feeling that will always stay
No matter what the time of day
♠ ♠ ♠
As usual, this poem was inspired by either a book I read or one that I had written my self. This one more lenient towards the vampiric species, hence the cold skin and old eyes. :]Comments are nice.