With Your Fingertips Poem by Lola Sanchez
With Your Fingertips
Touch me tonight
flow your skin over mine
breathe your breath on my skin
make my senses alive
I sit and write this
at candle light
my tribal fire
I want someone
you?
maybe not specifically
But your hands are close
and cold to the touch
it cools my summer rush
I breathe heavily
because you are not here to
suck my breath in
and offer yours
Touch me tonight
touch me softly
just touch me
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5/2/2024 6:24:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great pom Lola; youngsters write good poems with lot of inner feelings; keep it up and keep posting; God Bless You