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Click hereinvitation 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.
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.