Longing for the touch of a soft hand
Lips brought together
to seal the one kiss to end all kisses
Craving the taste and smell of female arousal
The sensuous beauty of passion
Making the mundane a forgotten memory
and the banal a distant ghost
Moments to savour,
to place in a cherished corner of the mind.
The sensuality of this poem is palpable Jon..a real beauty..?
Ooo, my word, Jon! Have you been on the oysters?
Thank 'you', Keith.
Jon,
I read these words of passion and the solitary word Yearning came to mind. That desire that breaks loose and leaves behind any thought of a vocabulary.
A flash of inspiration?
Thank you
Keith
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Jon Stainsby
Sat 3rd Nov 2018 17:15
Thank you, John and Taylor.