Saturday, August 15, 2009

the night

The night
dreaming
of the scent of you
on my skin
leaving your touch
your breath
your electricity
imprinted into my being
feeling you inside me
sliding in and out of my body and mind
slipping through the holes that give you space
how could I forget a night like this
a night that keeps me wanting
burning
lusting
waiting
for that touch
that breath
that electricity

3 comments:

Gray said...

Beautiful...

Cande said...

thanks hon!

Brad said...

Wow. You do poetry as well. Intriguing.