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Friday, 27 January 2017

[Poem] Pleasure in your Eyes

Hands on knees, eyes closed, 
Tracing the lines to secret nirvana; 
Fingers on thigh, seeking out the 
Least breathless way to crest. 

I'm trying to push away thoughts, 
But its your face I see somehow; 
Your warmth I felt somewhere, 
My saltish tears I tasted somewhat. 

My fingers on my mauve lips, 
Somehow it's your soft lips I felt; 
My cries in the darkened tunnel, 
Its your laughter I heard. 

We keep playing games of 
Distance and nearness; push and pull; 
I close my eyes in agony, 
Only to see the pleasure in your eyes.

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