what i long for most is a first touch
place your fingertips upon my silken skin
press your warmth against me
touch me
the first kiss
the softness of your lips
the firmness in your embrace
explore me
let me devour you
rubbing deep
breathing heavy
the end is always close
let's make the beginning just begin
let's pretend it will never end
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About Me
- anony mouse? muse?
- mouse-- anonymouse Muse anony muse if there was no fear, if you could always say, what you want, what you feel, say what you believe to be real, if you could be yourself, you could live, you could love, and they wouldn't judge you, and they wouldn't stone you, and they couldn't find you, when the time for your ultimate demise had come, what would you say? would you call out injustice? would you break down walls? would you steel a kiss? would you cease to exist? too much honesty, not enough scrutiny, could you live-- anonymously? if you dont know me, can you still judge me? sure, you can -- but I wont take it so personally anymore
5 comments:
Oh wow yes I'm there with you on that one, let's pretend.....
Lovely little piece.
Beautiful.
I love all the firsts...the first time your heart quickens as you sense mutual attraction...the first electric touch...the first thrilling, arousing kiss.
The first touch with intent to please, the first feel of skin on skin...
Should I go on?
Is this making up for not blogrolling you? :-P
(sigh)
Very nice. I can imagine and soak in all that you said.
I appreciate your flair in the right usage of word paradigm. Your words have life which is sure to make any saint fantasise the situation with the gender of their choice.
milk-thank you for stopping. I do try make my poems as inclusive as possible. she/he has no place in romance~ it just is
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