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By wistful Date: 2004 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.01.00.11.2504]] |
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If only my fingers were enough To touch you as I wish to touch. My thirst for you they could not slake Just cause my wistful palms to ache. But then to touch with my whole hands Would entice me even more, As every ridge and callous there brushed across your every pore. So then my feet would stroke you too Across your downy legs, unshaved -- Though the reach of these four ends could not attain the lengths I crave. And in reaching, I would graze my arms and legs upon your flesh; And pressing forward, they would join the rest in zealous tenderness. And as they overlap and twine my breast would tip upon your chest and moaning would my cheek alight upon your hair, your ear, your neck Ah, every surface, every plane, I would so eagerly explore with such exquisite pleasure/pain that I would only cry for more. So it is better that you stay across the room, and fully dressed And that I simply turn away Lest I consume you before we've met. |