THE BODY REMEMBERS
�1999 by shadowJewel

Now I know your touch.
Between the edge of sleep
and wakefulness
I feel your presence in sensual
half-consciousness.
Turning on the bed, even the softest
whisper of satin brings nipples
to ripeness.
Mnemosyne possesses my body
and keeps tight control.
The strength of your caress
is demanding.
I rise to greet you.
I feel your presence.
The goddess will not release me.
She draws inadequate
response which must satisfy
until your return.

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