Touch
Today my mind wanders
to yesterday.
Our passions ran high
and your embrace was warm.
The feel of you
moving with me
-and against me-
was enough to drive me
insane with love for you.
Your hands were loving
and strong.
Their slow, agonizing touch
kept me moving,
kept me intrigued
And I want more.
I want to be with you again
in the dark, with your hands
and your embrace.
And with your lips
silently searching
my inflamed body
and making me feel all those
things that keep me alive
until the next time we
Touch.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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