Sensual Memory
Feeling sensually nostalgic,
I think of you
as I ready myself for bed.
Each nightly ritual
turns into an erotic memory.
With the stroke of the brush
My hair lengthens
And becomes the silken curtain
enshrouding bold kisses.
Every tangle is your hands
gently tugging as you wrap
it around your wrist--
capturing even as you are captive
within its satin bonds.
The smoothing of lotion into an arm
brings your teasing touch--
so light and gentle it sends shivers
along naked nerve endings.
With every inch along my legs,
I remember your hungry looks
as you lay moist kisses
along the same paths
until every synapse screams
for skin to skin contact.
Sliding aroused flesh
into cool Egyptian cotton
brings a guttural groan.
My body, flushed from remembrance,
aches for you, once again,
even as the satin texture
scrapes raw emotions.
Once my bed was like an inferno
from your heat;
fulfillment only a kiss away.
I lie hollow and aching;
body begging for your touch;
knowing it will never be.
You are but a memory.
jscervenka, 2006
edited 3/2/2006 |