Follow-me-letter
 

The idea is to create collaborative poems by posting a line whose first letter is the same as the last letter in the previous line. Seventeen lines is the limit, then someone can start another one. Post no more than one line at a time.

Here's a first line:

I counted my lovers eyelashes

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he is alive or dead

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he is alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he is alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he was alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?
Salvation sought in kisses often

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he was alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?
Salvation sought in kisses often
Nurtures baser nature's needs

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he was alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?
Salvation sought in kisses often
Nurtures baser nature's needs.
Slowly we watch, as

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he was alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?
Salvation sought in kisses often
Nurtures baser nature's needs.
Slowly we watch, as
Syllables slip from our hungry tongues

I counted my lovers eyelashes
So that I knew how many there were
Ever so gently they brushed my chest
Telling my secrets with alarming clarity
Yet soothing my soul with shuddering love
Evanescent glances falling on warm skin

Next I measured my lover's breath
To know whether he was alive or dead.
Didn't Porphyria's lover show
Where obsessive love leads?
Salvation sought in kisses often
Nurtures baser nature's needs.
Slowly we watch, as
Syllables slip from our hungry tongues
Seeing all these things, has caused me to think