Thursday, May 19, 2011


I can't help but think of how he touches me
as I sit in low light
trying to erase the thought
of the touch of his words,
snaking around my earlobe
slinking down my shoulder
creeping across the rise in my chest
trailing down the ring in my bellybutton
it pauses...
my passion rises
to meet
the thought
of your tongue
behind my kneecap

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