By Galadrial
Date: 2002 Apr 11
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One I Could Touch

Shut down,
locked up
safe after a fashion,
but you
danced slow around me,
peeling back layers
loosening the cloth
pushing aside the hair
I hide in like a veil,
gentle soft,
broad fingers
soft words that pummel me like blows
oh not
please do not
until all that stands between your touch
and I
is one delicate whisp of gossamer
and you will not take another step
until these nerveless shaking fingers
remove that last barrier.
You will not take yes
until I give one,
and admit to my heart
that I want you
that my body is seething
with impatience
and you ask nothing
I do not hunger
to give you in full measure.
You are one I could touch,
and as your eyes fall to my mouth,
I can see gleaming there,
the frank knowledge
that says
you already can taste me.