Sunday, July 30, 2006


I ache for the touch of a woman.
The brush of a hard nipple - a soft breast.
The touch of fingers slowly inching up the inside of a thigh.
I ache for liquid surrender last felt too long ago.
How long?
What is a kiss like? Can't remember.
Something about losing oneself, soft lip, wet tongue,
Hand behind the head - pressing.
Something missing,
Something wrong.
Breath - that's it. Forgot to breathe.
That's a kiss.
Sleeping spoons.
Hand encircles breast.
All is soft, worn, wrung passion limp.
I ache for this.


Blogger Sister Spikey Mace of Desirable Mindfulness said...

A poem. A yearning. I wish I could wish it your way.

10:15 PM, July 30, 2006  
Blogger lime said...

i'm awestruck. yes, i wish i could wish it your way too.

1:18 PM, July 31, 2006  
Blogger Tiffanie said...

I can't offer any wonderful advice, but I can offer you a virtual hug.


1:58 PM, July 31, 2006  
Blogger John Cowart said...

This must be horrible to live through but you've written about it beautifully.

10:44 AM, August 01, 2006  
Blogger Megs said...

Your blog is inspirational, and this poem, wow, and I'm sure there are many others who feel how you feel...

11:32 AM, August 01, 2006  
Blogger Queen of Ass said...

I don't think it's been quite as long for me, but I remember how you can lose yourself with such abandon. I miss it, too.

8:16 PM, August 02, 2006  

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