Reminiscence (standard:poetry, 114 words)
Author: Miss C.	Added: Apr 29 2002	Views/Reads: 2919/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A lingering touch.

As you are here right next to me 

I look at you how could this be? 

Your feet your thighs your lips your eyes 

I'm loving what I see. 

The pleasures you bring the feeings I feel 

my body reacting how could this be real? 

The feel of your touch the sound of your voice 

of all the worldly things this is my choice. 

I paitently wait my body aching with time 

the feel of your touch still fresh in my mind. 

The time has pasted and dawn is near 

silents surrounds me nothing I hear. 

No feel of your touch no sound of your voice 

then I remind myself tonight was my choice. 


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