*longing Poem by Raven Black

*longing

Rating: 2.7


With mine own hands grasping
pulling harder at the air
reaching skyward
breezes tease
touch
delving under into
pore and vein
ripping tenderly soft
warm and ripe
her womb aching
empty channels denied
whispered lovingly seduced
sentenced to tears of agony

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gerry Zimman 03 September 2009

Until the tears are touched and traced and dried. So beautiful this longing.

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Joseph Poewhit 02 September 2009

The intensity builds--

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