I'd forgotten what it's like
To want something,
Someone.
'Off to bed' he said,
His hand on my head.
I froze
Gasping for more
As he walked nonplussed
Straight out the door.
Touch me,
Please.
Pull my hair,
Caress my cheek.
One more graze that lingers
My mouth would part
To welcome those fingers.
In the sun in the garden
His knee rested on mine.
Don't speak - just sit.
I enjoy
Aching for more.
Touch me,
Please.
Pull my hair,
Caress my cheek.
One more graze that lingers
My mouth would part
To welcome those fingers.
This is the best bit, isn't it.
I love the ache
I relish wanting something
Anything
Touch me
Please.
Pull my hair,
Caress my cheek.
One more graze that lingers
My wet mouth
Would welcome those fingers.
