Thursday, May 12, 2016

... delectation

your touch burns deep in me
sending a shiver and wave of goose-bumps
I sit pert, erect, my spine trembling
how I long for your hands to graze my skin
how your words bring me to my knees
the heat of your stare
felt in places I don't dare speak aloud
your words incite, stir and provoke
you caress my pulse, my trigger
its not by your hands but my own
that explore and wander
oh, how delicate fingers do linger


 
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Universe

It will all be okay, it will.  I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay. It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be...

  • Sleep on it
    I’m tired, but not the kind of tired where I need sleep. I’m exhausted and so fucking tired of this world, of people, of ugliness, of not be...
  • (no title)
    I like being alone, I enjoy my own company. I don’t need someone else to complete me. But there are times when I find myself longing for a q...
  • Telepathic Lust?
    https://youtu.be/FFOzayDpWoI Intriguing article, I don't recall how I happened across it.  Still, there was no way I'd pass up rea...