still
still
your breath on my neck
my fingers on your skin
holding
your heartbeat
draws me
the knowing in your touch
as a lily craves
rain
opening to it
swallowing the wet
deliciousness
now
let me guide you
where I am
lush and warm
inside
aching for your
everything
hungry
your mouth, mine
gently then consuming
your taste
exquisite
pressing to me
then away
wanting, reaching
never enough
then
full
though years have
slipped from us
my body, (my soul)
remembers you
still
Poetry by Gretchen Hunter
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Written on 2009-12-05 at 11:05
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