for Ally, because she kept me up late last night

September 22, 2006  |  poetry

tongue
to the back of your knee
ankle
to the top of my shoulder
waiting
for that moment of permission
to slide inside
slide inside

palm
to the camber of your back
wrists
to the wall above your head
waiting
for the telling luminescence
in your eyes
your eyes

lips
to the fragility of your clavicle
teeth
to the tenders of your earlobe
waiting
for the pulse of your hips
waiting
for that ring of fire
waiting
for that shudder of muscle
to make you mine
make you mine

 

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2 Comments


  1. it is you i am thinking of when i close my eyes. it is you i'm thinking of when both my mind and my hand wanders. this is beautiful. i can't wait to see you in front of me.

  2. girl, you have no idea.

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