At night, the right side of my face is longing for the stroke of your touch; the tenderness of your fingertips lingering form my temple to the bottom of my chin.
At night, my lips... they're longing for the slight pressure of the warm-wet soft feeling of emotional love placed on mine from yours into a physical feel of saticfaction.
At night, I toss and turn slowly often confusing the sheets up against my legs with the silkiness of your hands from my ankle to my thigh.
At night, my body misses the warm breeses that would come over it everytime you exhaled while kissing me from the bottom to the top.
At night I need you
I want you more and more
But this night,
I'm longing for your touch.
| Very subtle and this piece oozes the longing that many feel. The erotic tinge adds to the effect this poem has on the reader.|
Well written once again.
|| Posted on 2007-09-06 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] || You make me want to read more.|
I wish I could have a romance as beautiful as what you have writen in this piece.
I hope this isn't fiction for you.
The Poor Man's Poet.
P.S. Give us more.
|| Posted on 2007-08-16 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] |