I Envy The Woman Whose Lips

i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed


i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily


i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart*s dear love desires
that which others consider a sin


i envy the woman i don*t even know
who possesses what i can only desire
to be empowered by someone so fine
i envy her body - her soul on fire

by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

Comments (4)

aaah i love it.........honest and gut wrenching felt it feel it. great terrific poem
Yes! This is very good stuff! Amicalement votre, Ronberge
Excellent! Let's hope there's a sequel where you're no longer envying, you're experiencing the kiss, and more...
Methinks that, judging from the way you write, you have little to envy others over. This is very good, and calm, and sad but it speaks. H