A Moment - Poem by Heather Milks
I can't stop thinking about the way you kissed me.
The way you pulled me in, pressed your warm palms on my lower back.
How the air smelled as my lungs filled in a rush
a rush of sensuallity as you caressed my neck
a rush of blood to my heart as it raced standing there
in the dark, lit by the street lamp, for all to see.
And yet still I feel your lips where they were,
still feel the softness of your face on my shoulder.
I still hear your breath, taste your sweat,
I still feel the aching deep in me
where you not so long ago were.
My hips are weak, skin salty
knees quiver at the slightest recollection
Today is new but my mind...
my skin will not leave lastnight.
I don't want it to either.
I willingly drift to that moment, those moments.
And if it never happened again I would still smile
I would smile reliving it, re-tasting, re-smelling it.
I could re-feel the entire night over and over in my mind.
This is a new born addiction, and its sweeping me hard!
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