Friday, September 24, 2010

Ghost Touches

I can still feel the pressure of your hand

holding,

caressing,

teasing…

The places your lips fell burn on in

my memory,

my skin,

my thoughts…

I can still smell your oh-so-unique scent on

my pillow,

my clothes,

my skin…


The ghosts of your touch, your lips, your scent

haunt me as I go through my day

twine into my dreams

and shield me from darks


I can still feel my

fingers running through silky hair

teeth grazing your sensitive neck

and legs straddling of your hips

The power we have over each other


chases me through the day


now if only we had the power


to make it to the opportune moment

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