By Gala
Date: 19 May 2000
Erotic Empathy
brush your soul,
brush your skin
a hand in your hair,
my voice in your ears
a sudden moment of urgency
born of tension,
desire
need
and I am smug
knowing that I have penetrated
somewhere I never
meant to go.
I woke to a memory
of ghost hands
and passion
and I can feel your smile
and offer my own
but last night
there was no stopping you,
and no stopping me
and last night
I will not regret.
Touche.
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