left but here
Posted to Action Poetry
by mtmynd on 2001-04-14 10:33:00
washing her fragrances from my fingers,
soaping her juices from my crotch,
brushing her hairs from my teeth,
i file last nights memories under 'fantasy',
to be relived when those times
of longing pervades my loneliness,
and all needs extend to her smile,
her touch, indeed, to her very presence.
