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This moment now, is when I miss you,
the images in my head are no longer good enough,
when I close my eyes and feel your touch
it feels fainter and fainter every day...
I can hear your laugh, and your cheeky grin
that hints at unspoken promises
of later delight,
your eyes that sparkle when you laugh,
turn black when I lead you to the edge of the cliff,
your thighs that stand strong,
hands that work and hands that find delight
in my flesh,
and the smell of your skin,
the taste of a cigar on your lips,
and I am lost in your magic, I want you again...
You don't pull your punches do you? . . . .
ReplyDeleteOne problen I don't smoke cigars or even cigarettes . . . . shame.
What a powerful piece of writing, . . . You.ve heard my laugh and can imagine a cheeky grin . . . . so . . . lol
There are some relationships that are pure magic in our lives. They cast a spell that cannot be broken in our hearts. This reflects that perfectly...the wanting and act of cherishing are evident in your beautiful poem Shadow. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat looks a lot like twisted razor-wire in the image. Was this intentional? Sorry, I still bear some very deep scars from lovely lasses. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteoo la...you def got the heat going...touching each of the senses...it can be intoxicating...when the desire is that strong...
ReplyDeleteOur senses hang on to memories and sometimes never let go.
ReplyDeleteVery elegant and creative BW shot and love the poem ~ so true ~ thanks, ^_^
ReplyDeleteartmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
Wonderful...simply wonderful. I'll be seeking out Bud 'bout now!
ReplyDeleteNice. Our memories mixed with imagination can sure make some magic. How I long to still believe in magic.
ReplyDeleteOur senses are our conduit to that magic.
ReplyDeleteAnd, as always, beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteNOW I know! It's that CIGAR, RIGHT?--grin!
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