I wrote this last night, at 4:47 am, it's not very long, it's my first new recent poem in years...

Poetry, in flesh

Your body, I'm obsesed

I live, for your caress

This distance, my test.

Every night, you are my dreams

To hold, you close my need

I sit, in silence as my body screams.

Aching, to hold you close

The taste, of your lips the flavour i miss the most.

I miss you, and I love you...

Submitted: May 28, 2007

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Saturday Night

Short and moving. Not bad for 4:47 am.

Tue, May 29th, 2007 12:46am


I think its so short cus i passed out, I'm not sure, i cant really remember. Thank you for the comment...

Mon, May 28th, 2007 10:45pm

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