Only a shirt -
I hold it
embrace it
smell it
put it on
Only a shirt -
But it's yours
I wear it
and pretend
that I am you
trying to understand
how you make me feel
the way you do
Only a shirt -
But it's white
like my skin
and soft
like your hands
and I pretend
that I am you
and touch myself
Only a shirt -
Wrapped between my legs
and wet with morning dew
nestled between my thighs
like your wet tongue
and wet like you make me
when you recklessly take me
Only a shirt -
But so much more
the touch of you
the scent of you
and I take it off
and lie down on the bed
naked
and waiting...
............ simply jealous of your gift.
so nicely penned/evoked - i sent it to my beau to describe how i feel when i wear his clothes: shirts, jeans. keep on, sjg
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Wonderful. I love reading a poem like this by a woman. It made me think of Neruda...and there is something magical about wearing the man you love's shirt. Well done.