Craving intimacy
Demanding adoration
Driving me crazy
My naked flesh
Screams to be
Touched
Tag intimacy
Beneath
I felt his shoulder beneath his shirt
As he appeared before me
And as he pleasured me
I could feel his shoulder
Beneath his shirt
Physical Pleasure
Physical pleasure
Is a passing phase.
The lure of the seek,
Thrill and the chase
Races the heart
And reddens the cheek.
But once the moment
Has peaked and subsided
The passion so strong
Becomes very weak.
I wanted you near,
I had you within
And now my desire
Has grown very thin.
I have nothing to say
And neither do you
We smile at each other
And then turn away.
Lass
You called me lass
So many times
Terms of endearment
Or so you thought
But not once
Did you ever
Whisper
Even softly
My name
Worlds Apart
Remembering the touch of your hands
As they caress the softness of my skin
You are not here, do you remember
The times we have shared, those moments alone
When the world faded away, and it was only you and me
Where are you now? How I long for the touch of your hands—
I crave you
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