Wednesday Hands dance on heated skin,
Inching
slowly
down,
Tracing spirals stars and shapes of love
into
trembling flesh.
Sensations rolling up,
then down,
Quickened breaths,
Half-shut eyes,
Racing hearts,
Playful bites
that bring forth
yearning from within,
Stings of pain
from sharpened nails
kneading sweat-soaked
flesh,
All felt within the mind of
one
who misses you.
Poetry is cool. So are short stories. Care to join in on the rantings? Email me at lmalo7fc@mwc.edu
what the hell is this?:
Welcome to Random Poetry, a page for amature poets to post their work for review by other amature poets. It doesn't matter what type, genre, etc. it is,
as long as you feel like calling it poetry feel free to post it, and to comment on other's poetry. We can all learn from each other.
