August 13, 2013

  • You….

     

    I can feel myself trembling, anticipating his touch.

    Tensing just before our skin connects

    The firm intentions behind each motion

    It’s the tenderness and care that puts me at ease

    The control that he takes chases away the fears

    The darkness, and the memories that threaten to take over

    But your touch perseveres

    Molding me

    Creating

    Unmaking

    Yet remaking

    Not till I hear you voice bringing me back

    Commanding

    Demanding

    Leaving nothing left in me to deny what you ask of me

     

     

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