- Erotic Poetry
- The First Touch
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Click hereI still feel The First Touch.
Years later, now hundreds of miles away
Gently, yet firmly, he continues to explore my all
With a single touch of ownership.
I still hear The Voice.
Even as I slumber, it resonates softly,
Speaking with absolute direction.
I will do anything asked. Forever.
I still see The Look
Steadfast. Patient. Confident. Expectant.
I am no longer afraid to gaze into windows of his every need.
I nod, in hopeful acknowledgment. I ask if I may please look a little longer.
I am nurtured inside the envelope of his dominion.
I hunger for instruction and approval; flower, as he permits.
Distance only validates his power
Abstractly strengthening my every fiber.
There was nothing ordinary or imagined about The First Touch.
I knew, as I melted beneath his fingertips, that I’d become his.
I am still awed that he knew the outcome
Before he ever extended his hand.
8-24-08
- COMMENTS
WickedEveover 15 years agoMany poems with any kind of D/s or bdsm theme tend to be a bit lamely written. I think you did quite a nice job with your poem. :)
