Posted: April 26, 2014 in Poetry

I just want to play

I’m trying, erect, writhing

imagine your surprise

knowing we both want the same

grasping touch

the other isn’t wanting.

Except to treat their own 

life as we know it,

becomes a solo effort. 

If i were to observe

I might reach that climb

simply by wishing my tongue

be the fingertips that travel inside desire

go further

work that passion

make me want to come now

come inside me, trace fingertips

to remind me.

I would love your commentary

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