By B.K.
Date: 20 February 2001
Jagged Desire
I quiver as I read poems written to you,
knowing the power you have over me.
This desire I feel, even with you far away.
Every nerve ending attentive, raw, jagged,
to just the thought of your mouth on mine.
Your hands caressing my face, my breasts,
incredible rush of senses, that slowly unwind
mind and body, stroke for stroke. Hearing
every moan, this wild animal musk driving
me mad with desire, driven forces taken
powerfully, in star crashing surrender.
Bringing my mind back to you, again and again.
bk
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