Saturday, 23 March 2013


I miss the intimacy of
toes on instep, of
knee against hamstring.
loins and buttocks
stickily nestled, hands
tight clasped between
cooling breasts, mouth
buried in thick hair I could
happily drown in.

1 comment:

  1. Oh lovely... Those are the things I find I crave, restless in an empty bed, the contended sigh stirring my hair as I lay entwined with my lover pressed against me. Very intimate. Great post.