I miss the poetry...
The poem that brought me the said inspiration:
My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the branches
and if the night falls without announcement
there are the pleasures of winter
sudden, wild and delicate your fingers
exact my tongue exact at the same moment
stopping to laugh at a joke
my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter
This is what I want in a relationship. To lounge all day, naked, hot, cold, talking, laughing, touching and then live the poetry in it. I miss the poetry in my life!
My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the branches
and if the night falls without announcement
there are the pleasures of winter
sudden, wild and delicate your fingers
exact my tongue exact at the same moment
stopping to laugh at a joke
my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter
This is what I want in a relationship. To lounge all day, naked, hot, cold, talking, laughing, touching and then live the poetry in it. I miss the poetry in my life!
posted by Mychy at 9:01 PM
3 Comments:
You have poetry in your life it is that right now it is not the poetry of love and companionship. All in due time, the poetry of love will be in your life.
Poetry is within you, my dear!
Your relationship will come. You've grown so much - it's almost time. Like they say in Chinese, "when the student is ready, the master will appear." (Not saying you need a master, it just means teacher!) The mistake we all make is not taking enough time to be alone (as Jimmy says!) You are taking that time because you need to. I'm gonna get you that vibrator, dammit!!!
Yay! I love sexy poems! Cool blog!
Maybe you do need a master. A little S&M. That would make a HOT poem!
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