Hands; that of cotton, freshly washed. Stroking, but with slight pressure; uneasy. Warm like pavement on summers day Caressing my back like it's common practice.
Lips; that of rainslicked concrete Sliding, but with slight pressure; passionate. Hard against my mouth with urgency Closing every door to the rest of the world.
Tongue; that of cold, wet stone Wrapping, but with slight pressure; teaching. Taking the time to feel and take it all in To show, and to learn, commit to memory.
Face; that of sandpaper Scratching, but with slight pressure; urging. Waiting, expecting utterance of the words I choke on. Your breath on my ear coaxing them out of my locked lips.
Words; that of rose petals Floating, but with slight pressure; demanding The knowing nod you give moves my head with yours, You wipe my tears from your cheek as you depart.
Oh It's very clear My little Miss Romance writer.. nice to see you still have that niche firmly under control..
I like how you used the different areas of "loving" as a preface to a good stanza..
A poem with a undertone of sadness. A hardness could be felt in each paragraph. A sad ending with tears as the final gifts. A very strong poem. Thank you.
Coyote
This absolutely is one of your best. the structure and the writing are top notch, the feeling is engaging and romantic without being over the top. the tactile description is wonderful, I see it, taste it, touch it and hear it....Nice job sweet.
I completely, totally adore this poem... one of your best... I want to marry and grow old with this poem...
the set-up is lovely... and I see your vocabulary is extending nicely :)
beautiful.
I hope you submitted this to a contest...