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Click hereMy hands long for
more than labor and drudgery,
they thirst for the discovery
of the wilderness of your body,
and long to ride the soft
current of your streams.
My hands long to see more
than chores and scraping toil,
they hunger for the taste of spices,
of cloves and nutmeg, and dream
of breathing in the vanilla
dust of your desire.
My hands long to consume more than
hopes and promises,
they yearn to run their lips and
tongue down the lines and
heave of your rolling tenderness
and to sip the heated liquid of your lust
My hands long to swallow more than
necessity and commitment,
they ache and throb
for the cool gulp of your hips and
the warm sting of your thighs
My hands long to devour more
than days and distance,
they yearn for the sea of your body,
to drown themselves in the depth
of your endless embrace.
My hands wish for more than
the clay and loam of this world
they dream of the ghosts of wonder
that slumber in your breasts,
and long to end their time
in the fire and embers that smolder
in the palm of your hands.
"vanilla dust of your desire" is the sort of "poetic" phrase my old professor would have railed against, but I found it nicely evocative. Nice job.
I found what I was longing for -an original expression of emotions in stanzas 3-5. I found there yearning for true connection which rises beyond needs and fears (portrayed by strong sensual images.)With The first two stanzas and the last I found more familiar expressions of yearning and praise to the missing beloved. One way or the other it is an intriguing poem.
Hi. Your poem was recommended on the new poems thread on the literotica poetry forum.