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The night comes...(Re-posted)
I want to be reached deep within,
someone to wear my body like second skin.
Hold me in his arms as if that is where I should always be
as if my absence would be a huge travesty.
Someone who gives butterfly and languid kisses
that cloud the senses and incite lustful insistence.
One who can be a patient lover with a studied hand,
who knows where the true strength lies in a man.
The years of loneliness have drained me to the core,
adrift in my bed writhing and roaming wanting more.
In my dreams I feel my skin being touched
a tingle on my lips as if gently brushed.
imagined sensations wakening my flesh subitanly,
this is one more night alone in a sea of many.
Squeezing my pillow dreaming and remembering
till exhaustion causes my dreams to find an ending.
In my mundane life no one knows
the tragedies of my bedroom woes,
I fill my days with work and tasks, no time
to contemplate the impending night close at hand.
I can not remember what feels like to be passionately kissed
or when it was that I last did,
now the night approaches cruel mistress that she is,
I face her alone, in the confines of my bed yet again.
Sept.2011/re-posted(Jan 2012)
http://www.safecreative.org/work/1203191329113
Gypsy Red
someone to wear my body like second skin.
Hold me in his arms as if that is where I should always be
as if my absence would be a huge travesty.
Someone who gives butterfly and languid kisses
that cloud the senses and incite lustful insistence.
One who can be a patient lover with a studied hand,
who knows where the true strength lies in a man.
The years of loneliness have drained me to the core,
adrift in my bed writhing and roaming wanting more.
In my dreams I feel my skin being touched
a tingle on my lips as if gently brushed.
imagined sensations wakening my flesh subitanly,
this is one more night alone in a sea of many.
Squeezing my pillow dreaming and remembering
till exhaustion causes my dreams to find an ending.
In my mundane life no one knows
the tragedies of my bedroom woes,
I fill my days with work and tasks, no time
to contemplate the impending night close at hand.
I can not remember what feels like to be passionately kissed
or when it was that I last did,
now the night approaches cruel mistress that she is,
I face her alone, in the confines of my bed yet again.
Sept.2011/re-posted(Jan 2012)
http://www.safecreative.org/work/1203191329113
Gypsy Red
Published 5th Feb 2012
| Edited 3rd Jul 2012
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6th Feb 2012 1:10pm
Thanks Veliqua it has been a min. I appreciate you stopping by to comment and you are most welcome to enjoy this piece, it is one that I enjoyed writing.
Stay sweet, peace
Gypsy red
Stay sweet, peace
Gypsy red
7th Feb 2012 6:35pm
You have a huge, active imagination, and you think Your really scared of being alone; because if your left to my own devices, you'll just turn into a madwoman...wait a tick. Omg I think it's already happened. Hypocritically speaking you are not some scared of being alone; it's knowing what to do if you were not. Like a bicycle it might have been awhile; so easy to forget which is the front break. Lots of love. Btw B-E-A-U-tful write.
7th Feb 2012 9:08pm
Did this piece make you uncomfortable??? Hmmm??? At a loss for what to say??? well lets see yes I do have a very active and fertile imagination. No I am most certainly not afraid to be alone but in the same token I do not like feeling lonely.You might be right if I did not have an outlet I might become a mad woman, funny boy, thanks for reading my piece I enjoy your comments.lol
Red
Red
7th Feb 2012 10:49pm
Fear/afraid exists only when need/want is one the same coin. It's like tails you win heads you lose. It's a win win. We all have are fears. We can feed off them, or they can eat us dead. I haves fears...damn clowns and fricken carnies. Ew scary those folks are. They smell like cabbage. It has too been along time to touch the lips of another. Not so scared, but what after that, but then again a warm hand would be fine. Just to touch a woman.
8th Feb 2012 4:00pm
Sorry my friend I disagree what I need is not always what I want and visa versa, we do all have inner fears and that is a good warning sign to keep us safe, it becomes destructive when we let fears stop us from living.
It was your last statement that hit the nail on the head it is not about the sexual and the aftermath it is about human comfort and touch about companionship and understanding.Just a touch.
Red
It was your last statement that hit the nail on the head it is not about the sexual and the aftermath it is about human comfort and touch about companionship and understanding.Just a touch.
Red
8th Feb 2012 6:11pm
A touch... it can heal, it can harm, it can lose its grasp, any one of these may never last. In my years of service the "most" important thing that I have learned is... anybody is able to hurt someone. It takes a special person to help someone. As you to I. You help mr thru the waste everyday. I thank you for that. Dave.
8th Feb 2012 10:13pm
More than happy to do it because it also helps to heal me.You my dear friend, are most welcome.
