I want to be warm with you.
Wrapped up,
skin on skin.
Let your heat make my heat,
no sleep,
absolutely
no sleep.
Sugar sweet softness
your hair through my fingers,
linger there, my dear,
yes
there.
Brush across my neck,
I can
barely
stand
the suspense.
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A view into the growing portfolio of an aspiring poet. Some poems are of the "spoken word/slam" genre (read these with a little soul flavor), others are more traditional. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, praise, criticsms, credit card numbers, etc.
2 comments:
This one makes me smile a deviant reminiscing can't wait till that happens again smile.
LOL just realized that that may seem like its directed towards you...
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