- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Awaiting dawn
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I long for her.
These
urges,
now
deep
desires;
To travel the curves
of her body, with my
fingers, as well as
my eyes.
To feel her
fingers tickle
and stroke my cheek,
rough, course with un-
shaven stubble.
Stubbornly resisting the smooth,
dance of her digits.
The grind and gristle, left…
behind, as her nails thread
through my hair, then
petting me like a hound.
Puppy love it is not,
nor rabid lust,
which blazes and burns out,
like the flash of a match.
But everlasting,
enduring,
like the rising and setting of the sun,
so eternal and full of light.
Alas, it is night,
and I long for morning.
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoA person being kept in the dark of uncertainty ~ awaiting the light of love.
