Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

I need to breath....between each squeeze

I need to breath....
between each squeeze
you take my breath away..
between each gentle squeeze;
and your nights...that calm my balmy days...
and nestled warm inside...
the stealth..
of one firm hand...
while knowing that you held there...
I moved for just one single...minded purpose...
and while you changed....some things around..
you love to squeeze it on...
you savored every squeeze you dreamed to squeeze.
and squeezed it out....right over them...
and knowing that your squeezing it....
in need again..
it's late at night...the moon is full..
the wind is moaning...
and it's up to squeeze on it again...

Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009

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