On The Richter Scale

   

       By Connie James

On The Richter scale. 
Scaling into oblivion.  
Whilst my earth shook beneath me. 
Tumbling from her axis, hold me!
Clinging on to you.

Whispering forcefully, common!
Frissons running through me,
Again!  Hold me!
Refrain, cannot imagine, your
Whispering touch calling your name.
Make love to me!   

Convulsing on the Richter scale 9.9
Euphorically, the sensations the ecstasy
Contain an impossibility! 
Grasping at nothingness unable to anchor me!  
Whilst down below,
The realisation that you won't come to.  
Deflated hitting a low! 
Waterfalls spilling from the core of me.

Searching you in the eyes of my mind, eluding me
Punishing me;
Why punish me when I needed you!

My worlds collapsing all around me. 
Searching high and low 
It was you! 
Oh, my darling always you!
Under my fingers, I could feel your every sinew.
Breathing inhaling every pore of you.
Hungrily kissing your lips taking tasty sips ;
Delving deeper touching your soul.
Touch, me darling again, love me.

But the reality you won't even talk to me;
Punishing me for being me!
But win I cannot;
In my mind, perpetually. 
I miss you, love you. 
The way you made me feel,
So real!! 

Waking me from the limbo that I was living.
Making me feel good! 
Wasn't such a sin!?
The laughter from within the sighs.
With tears running from my eyes
Aching with laughter, 
You do me good.
Suffice to say, the fun's dissipated;

Returning back into the limbo I was living.   
In between earth and hell;
I guess heaven can wait, another day.