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Bold Journey
Your lips on my neck,
My mouth on your shoulder.
I can feel the bone through your shirt,
And I wish this obstacle was gone;
That my lips were on your skin, pressing gently,
Tracing the line of your clavicle in,
Then up your neck,
Following your jawline until I reach your lips;
That my hands could explore your back unencumbered,
Become well-acquainted with your shoulder blades and spine, the texture of your skin.
You are all hardness and strength,
Solid and warm in my arms, and
I wish I could never let go.
I wish I could hold on for hours, days even, maybe forever.
I have a strong impulse to turn my face in towards you and softly kiss your neck.
I resist.
The way you kiss me now is making it difficult to breathe.
I want you to devour me.
If you keep kissing me like this, I may die.
I may decide to ask you if you need to be anywhere the rest of the night.
I may ask if there’s somewhere we could go to be alone,
To experience our bodies pressed together,
Skin on skin, bone on bone,
Becoming one flesh.
Your hardness, my softness,
Our mutual passion expressed in a rhythmic tangle of limbs and lips and shared breaths,
Your mouth on my breast, your hands around my waist.
My tenderest place enveloping yours, holding you, pleasing you.
My inexperienced hands learning to caress, to hold on tightly to yours, to feel the softness of your hair, the angles of your face, eager to know all of you all at once
I wonder if you wish for the same.
My mouth on your shoulder.
I can feel the bone through your shirt,
And I wish this obstacle was gone;
That my lips were on your skin, pressing gently,
Tracing the line of your clavicle in,
Then up your neck,
Following your jawline until I reach your lips;
That my hands could explore your back unencumbered,
Become well-acquainted with your shoulder blades and spine, the texture of your skin.
You are all hardness and strength,
Solid and warm in my arms, and
I wish I could never let go.
I wish I could hold on for hours, days even, maybe forever.
I have a strong impulse to turn my face in towards you and softly kiss your neck.
I resist.
The way you kiss me now is making it difficult to breathe.
I want you to devour me.
If you keep kissing me like this, I may die.
I may decide to ask you if you need to be anywhere the rest of the night.
I may ask if there’s somewhere we could go to be alone,
To experience our bodies pressed together,
Skin on skin, bone on bone,
Becoming one flesh.
Your hardness, my softness,
Our mutual passion expressed in a rhythmic tangle of limbs and lips and shared breaths,
Your mouth on my breast, your hands around my waist.
My tenderest place enveloping yours, holding you, pleasing you.
My inexperienced hands learning to caress, to hold on tightly to yours, to feel the softness of your hair, the angles of your face, eager to know all of you all at once
I wonder if you wish for the same.
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Author's Note
In love with a man I can’t be with right now (we’re both healing and growing, don’t want to distract each other). I wrote this after our first kiss, after months of friendship and longing, to express what I’ve been desiring. I want him to read this when the time is right, but I need someone to know that this is how I feel inside right now, in case our time never comes and he never reads this. I know it’s not very good, I don’t actually know how to write poetry, not in a formal sense.
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