Touch me
By jennifer
- 2867 reads
Touch me (16th May 2008, 12.53pm)
Touch me
Watch me
Talk me out of it
Take me
Want me
Get on with it
Your touch, right through me
Current burns through skin and flows
Down every pathway, straight, drawn in the nerve
With blood
Occasional, professional, never sensational
No duration or intention
Your look, right through me
Pupils churn my stomach into butter
Melt down every sinew, sure, scratched in the heart
With want
Flirtatious, boundaried, never intentional
No connotation or sensation
Your words, right through me
Conversation turns things on below
Charged down every synapse, pure, fills rushed blood
With heat
Intelligent, stimulating, never boring
No mention or invitation
Touch me
Watch me
Talk me out of it
Take me
Want me
Get on with it
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I really liked this poem,
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I liked this too, but I did
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This poem made me want to
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Very sensual poem. The
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You know what might be an
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I don't know much about
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