Wednesday, July 10, 2013



Tentative, timid touch
Reticently tracing your skin
Sensing, weighing imprints
The living tapestry of your history

History of past hopes
Of hands held in warmth
Grown cold
Then released

Antiquity of expectations
This would be the one
The one to hold you and enfold you
Yet left you unwrapped, un-held, alone.

Desires left over
Passion withered on the stalk
Lust shrivelled, untouched
Body heat grown cold and damp

Leave history in the past
Tattoo me with your touch
Hold me, join me, enthral me
Let passion unfurl within me

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