One Hand

One hand on my breast
Rise and fall of my chest

Breath is heavy
Emotions are raw
I am thinking of you
Urges of are strong

Our lips touch so devine
Our hands touch
Legs entwined

Wanting to be taken
But you are not there
Your body is nothing more than air

No one will know
Back to my surreal escape
Happy to at least have
This one quiet place

 

 

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Suzanne Bliss 2001