I AM REMEMBERING YOU

when loving another is not possible, but certainly can happen

Counting memories...

Feeling the touch of forever

I remember you

How my lips felt under yours

The fullness, and their heat bruises me pleasurably

I need... No

I miss you....

Thinking back to that clandestine meeting....

When fear and anticipation lie inside of me awaiting birth

How calming you proved to be after that first hello...

I miss you...

Pathways of multiple choices...

The chosen one honorable but not that one of the greater passion...

Kissing you, loving you longing for you, makes this life hard

Rather than leave behind the feeling  of desire

I resort to daydreaming you into my existence...

Lying inside of your world....indulging in every inch of you

BABy(c)2011

Author's Note

loving poetic men is infectious, keeping yourself inlove, a job in ahalf....

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

thomas thank u so much cant wait to get into u tonight...no pun intended..lol

[MS. BABy]

EMF.....I SO LOVE U TO DEATH....SMILE THANK U SO MUCH I AM AT WORK ALL WEEKEND AND WILL BE CATCHING UP ON ALL OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

[MS. BABy]

masqued muse...I know what u mean and to me the tension of the almost is never as good as the real thing....thank u so much...lol for the fablous made me smile

[MS. BABy]

I bow to ur pen, thank u so much

[MS. BABy]

inyrdreams....we r so expressive our kind...it is so easy to get lost in the wordpools....smile..thank u for ur love

[MS. BABy]

poetic beauty u r so eloquently right thank u for enjoying...

[MS. BABy]

thank u melissa so much

[Melissa Edmunds]

I love it... Very well done.

[Poetic Beauty]

many times we daydream long after a parting romance has come to a stop. We can't move on yet and reliving it is bittersweet but to deny ourselves their existence is a pain worse than torture so we torture ourselves with memories day after day until the love fades from our being.

[Becky C Strukamp]

I resort to daydreaming you into my existence...
Lying inside of your world....

Love those last lines. An excellent ending to a very sensual poem. Very good write.