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Posts tagged “touch

I Will Wait …


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What about the moments
Impossible to miss
A heartache
Soul shaping surreal
Flavor
Her energy everywhere
Just beyond his grasp

What about when he wishes
He might reach
She could join him
He knows

Hello …


Morning Sense


waking

in that our quiet
did we
once
when moonlight
struck a chord
did we
once
know the beauty
is such sweet
sensuality
spontaneity

her touch

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Sweet Response


touch

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Memory now,

consumed in irony,

the magic of a quiet release,

when two lovers would abandon

some reality,

societal scrutiny,

in order to satisfy

each other’s urgency.

 

There is a long silence

while eyes adjust,

he in fingertips begins to trace

her being,

the alive gasps of a naked shoulder,

eyes further,

lips part for sweet sigh,

his find is her release,

yet,

to an outside observer,

this might be far more carnal,

yet words,

than simply the elegance,

of her beauty in his

quiet, private …

caress.


While You Were Sleeping


I took pause,

leaned into your figure,

wrapped my fingers around loose strands of your hair,

let them fall on my chest,

your legs intertwined with my own,

covered in a single sheet,

white,

draping our lives,

I took my hand and felt for the small of your back,

just above your buttocks,

I ran my fingertip up your spine,

until finding a place to lay my palm,

pressing my hand gently, and then with both hands

I now spread my fingertips,

so I could envelop your shoulders,

soft, naked, resting flesh,

safe in my hands,

I watched you,

sleep in peace,

I took pause.

 

I return here often

when I cannot have you

laying next to me,

only a memory,

the sweet breath of your gasp,

the easy rolling melody of your settling

into my own world,

it was you and me,

it was you,

and this was a me,

I had not known existed anymore,

yet now,

while I watched your body move in the linen,

when my fingertips aroused your recall,

it was there I knew,

this was a certain elegance,

that we had known,

we knew,

we found,

we began and we did rest,

and I would pause,

while a tear

would suddenly appear in the corner of my eye,

I was awake

to watch your beauty

your sleep,

a peace …

 

I could touch,

you.


Guilt in Love


It is the drowning,

a dark realization

when forgotten

the other

when each breath

suggests a dissonance,

an inability to know

their side

her own survival

depends clearly upon

a deeper more sudden

impact of fear

an uneasiness

a storm that will rage

internal turmoil.

 

While he delves toward

the highest crest

her innate ability

a want to survive

rests upon a cool autumn morning

the leaves have fallen

it is time to sleep now.

 


The Pleasure of Touch


That’s what I miss,

when I imagine

skin touching skin,

the energy received inside

the moment

in a surround of her passion,

my fingertips,

her hands,

our skin, our lips, are bodies,

intertwine themselves

in a hurried expression

a sensuality

we both feel now in the imagination

we choose to live by

without the privilege of knowing

a longer sojourn

inside each other’s dreams.

 

It is that touch

reminds me of beauty,

her gasps

my leaps to find her center,

to slowly bring arousal beyond the point where she …

we understand

together,

the element of touch,

is our greatest yearn,

when for now,

we rely upon our intellect

to help us through this

silence.

 

Do as we may,

there is truth in how

our human condition,

may yearn eternally,

once having touched

each other’s soul.


Touching Me


A soft … gift,

when I can feel her hand,

touch me,

a need,

a certain delight inside me,

perhaps a release, yet, more,

a natural telling,

a desire to know to understand,

to feel this passion,

a journey we have together,

a reach,

is all inside the sweet review of her grasp.

We did arrive

with a kiss, one that let’s me close my eyes,

and yet I leave them open,

so I might see, experience, fall in love,

with your mystery, your walk, the sweet essence,

of her desire being drawn toward me,

her touch,

when I might feel your hand,

touch me.