Friday, April 29, 2011


It would be lovely
To feel you next to me
Sneak up on you
Wrap my hands around your waist
Caress your six pac
Kiss your tender lips
Hear you mourn with pleasure
Pull me back
As I try to pull away
Hold me in your arms
My ear against your chest
Listening to your heart beat
With every beat
And every rhythm
It says I love you
Every touch
Says I want you
Every word you speak
Means I need you.
Listening you your voice
The undercurrent of longing
Pulls at my heart
Makes the distance shorter
Every night I go to bed
I imagine your arms around me
Holding me tight
Knowing that is the only way
I can make it through the night.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

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