i wish i could know your body
by the smell of you,
by the feel of your folds,
by the sound of your yearnings,
or by taste alone.
as it is,
it's by dream
that i see you’re even prettier
when you’re bare,
that you want to lie with me,
that you say come to me
let’s make love.
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Monday, August 9, 2010
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Beautiful and inviting!
Who would say no to such lovely words?
Great poem!
D.
It's by dream that someone would write such loveliness about someone else. It's by dream that such endearing thoughts would be put down in words like this. I do love the way you convey your thoughts. And finally, it's by dream that I will continue to wish and pine for the same.
As always, and I know I say it on every poem you write, you amaze me with your talent that always takes me to another place, even if just for a few moments. This is why I wish that you would post something new every day. It is my favourite escape. :)
Here's The Situation
Brothers under skin
seeking the truth in far worlds
and near, in deep dives
into warm lagoons
and on the hot sands of time's
atolls, reaching truth
in certain moments
remembered or dreamt, even
demanded, wrestled
out of the next now
and the next, and then lying
back to glance sidelong
hoping someone's close
by, watching.
Peter, no one can touch your poetry.
Gorgeous Poetry!
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