invitation to self: 2

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invitation to self: 2

enough staring at the ceiling
willing the brown spots above
to turn into
a face i knew.

nails teasing
along naked thighs
remember
remember
the tensions:
touch
feel
let
go
try
this
once;

my beating needs.
giving in
laying still.
decision.

                tonight
         i did it differently.
touched
with curiousity,
smooth;
dry.
i licked,
moistened one quivering finger.
the slicked faltering caress
heated slowly;
the sweat
sequining the linen underneath;
led by memories
(flashes of his flicks pleasuring me,
the gentle quests, the not so gentle spasms,
taking me high)

i am rolling
i am soaring
i am learning to love
this velvety door
opening;
connecting;
completing
knowledge of self;
30 years a mystery;
now acquainted,
as i am entering;
and
am entered.

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MyNecroticSnailMyNecroticSnailabout 18 years ago
I like invitations

enjoin your rite <winkz

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
oh the memory!

Wonderful poem. I know what you meant. The first exploration of self was definitely something that would always be embedded in memory and you wrote it well.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
nice write...

thank you for your persective, it was an enjoyable read.

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