if i could say it was this simple, your touch

if i could say it was this simple, your touch

the smooth roll over
                i want to get lost in this motion, notion
taking possession of my thighs
    your hands pulling me apart
                                /then afterward
just when your hand drifts again lightly/afterglow and i want to say
more
                    please keep
warm palms here cupping
        touching, touch there, inside, fingers
more of that keep me up all night
keep seeking
    touch that place, so secret
keep me out of breath
motionless
lest

you enter, then i get lost
lying on my stomach, just keep
those fingers close fall asleep inside me, curled
don’t fall asleep/yet
you got tired, so suddenly

this is how it goes, lust, love, lust, awake, asleep
please, more
touch more, enter everything
twisting
turning

waiting for this drift
your hand up thigh
fingers curling in an sleepy afterthought
i’m awake

you could reach that place
i’d turn inwards
like a shell; nautilus, chambered
tired
want to sleep but for the excitement of the fingers,
sleepily moving, drifting

don’t leave, don’t sleep yet
touch
more
touch as if it were simple
keep me out of breath


© 2004 by Valentina Bonnaire

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