Bird Girl
I long to feel your hands
On my thighs
On my hips
Anywhere you want them to be-
Brushing over my stomach,
Outlining my body.
Your lips,
I want to taste them
To know your gentle kiss
The touch of your tongue
Your eyes and your heart.
I miss you
And want you here with me.
I am a pencil without
The lead to write,
A pool drained of its water.
Though I have moisture of my own
Thinking of you
Your eyes following my movement
About to stalk me as your prey.
Catch me, trap me,
And never let me go.
Tie me to your bed
For I am now your prisoner.
You must do with me what you will.
You are in control.
Kiss my lips
Think of me here
Waiting for you
And only you
To make sweet sensual love to me.
You are my desire
No longer a want
But a need.
Your love is my breath.
Your embrace is my shelter.
Feel me
Through your mind
And through your touch.
The sensation I get
Knowing you are near
Don't leave me untouched.
For you alone I wait
Wet from my thoughts
But dried from your touch.
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