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Familiar
That old feeling
Starts
Behind my lids
Before
They are open.
Ghost hands
Travel the length
Of this body.
Can it be you
Please?
Your form,
Your hands,
Your lips and eyes
I fall into,
As mine lift.
Moving like
Liquid smoke
Over me.
Caressing every
Curve.
I am a rivulet
Dammed,
Suspended,
Waiting.
Go deeper, and
Deeper still.
Straining to feel
The real
You.
Starts
Behind my lids
Before
They are open.
Ghost hands
Travel the length
Of this body.
Can it be you
Please?
Your form,
Your hands,
Your lips and eyes
I fall into,
As mine lift.
Moving like
Liquid smoke
Over me.
Caressing every
Curve.
I am a rivulet
Dammed,
Suspended,
Waiting.
Go deeper, and
Deeper still.
Straining to feel
The real
You.
Published 24th Jun 2015
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24th Jun 2015 8:37pm
Makes me want to speed up the process and become a specter. "Liquid smoke." Sounds like bliss to me. Sounds familiar Lookie.
Anonymous
24th Jun 2015 9:05pm
What a lovely way to awake each day! As usual put in exquisite pictures created by you!
30th Jun 2015 5:35am
you put me in my usual voyeur position. easy to feel the realness of it...
30th Jun 2015 8:44pm
If I can put you, Mr. Feddeler, in any sort of position, then my work is done.
