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Click hereRising.
My words, the strings.
My mind the gentle master.
Stiring.
No fingertips or seeking lips.
Breathless, you beg me
faster.
Whispered heat.
Your hands reaching,
meeting
empty air.
Images before you, eyes emplore you,
touch me.
But I'm not there.
I will need to watch for more of yours, some excellent phrasing and nuance in this poem. Very good.
jim : )