Monday, July 9, 2012
SENSE OF TOUCH
I feel your deft touch.
My mind tries to resist
the sensation, to no avail.
I submit.
Fingers, palm, hand,
move ever so lightly
over my half-slumbering
self.
Synapse awaken my
drowsy body.
From the nape of my neck
to the crack of my ass,
you travel.
I raise my hips,
craving more.
(Am I dreaming?)
Gently I am turned
on my back.
As lips, tongue, teeth
replace your hand.
A warm-wet
touch of velvet
descends on my
nipple.
As your mystical
fingers caress
my genitals,
and your finger
makes slippery
circles
I am brought
to the edge
of the precipice:
or is it a
slippery-slope
I descend?
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My back is alive
ReplyDeleteand drowsy
simultaneously.
vs
Synapse awaken in my
drowsy body.
??
At least, it needs to be "Synapses", but,
and I may be wrong, aren't synapses a brain, not a body, thing?
After such a busy day...these words are so soothing to mind and body.
ReplyDeleteLovely, enchanting words that will surely lend to me a sleep of the young. A sleep that came so easily long ago...this poem took me back to a time, long ago when this very thing happened. I am happy I remembered to come and read one of Tony Puma's poems tonight...as it will give me dreams of first love and the insecure unknowns of first sex. I ADORE these words. Now to sleep and more to read on-the-morrow.