I want to know you in hunger, in passion and in rest.
In long languid strokes and quick restless tuggings.
To part and come together, tumbling over and over.
I want to offer myself without doubt,
without hesitation, without regret.
That you may know me in joy, in
passion, and in pleasure.
It is not enough that we are close:
I want to know you physically as I have known you in spirit.
To fuck you in reality as I have in my mind.
To press lips to your breast and have you arch in response.
I want the feel of your legs around me;
drawing me to you.
Pressing us tighter until I leave
little imprints of myself all over your body:
little moments that say “She was here
… and here … and here”.
I want to offer myself without shame,
without fear, without thought:
to willingly drown in the exuberance of our bodies.
And I want to hold you in all the ways that I can:
to cradle, to snuggle, to cling to you –
not out of need or desperation,
but as each atom of sensation explodes within me.
I want to offer myself to you;
to everything we could be,
if this were to come true.
Dedicated to: Boo – even though I never got round to telling you properly.
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.