I bite my lower lip when you call
My stomach flutters when you speak
The intoxicating sound of your voice
Anticipating when we next meet
Just seeing you makes my chest thump
My face warms, as a smile assaults my lips
A welcoming embrace with a tight squeeze
As we release flesh brushes fingertips
The tingle travels south and
Immediately the plotting has begun
My mind races with the temptaion
Reveling in the possibilities is half the fun.
![]() Touch me Tease MeA Poem by Rebecca Isherwood![]() June 8th, 2008.![]() © 2008 Rebecca IsherwoodReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 6, 2008 Last Updated on July 19, 2008 Author![]() Rebecca IsherwoodFLAboutI'm a Jane of all trades. I might as well be a centipede for all the things I have a hand in. I'm interested in all forms of art; Poetry, Photography, Drawing, Sculpture, Arts in general, Music, Lyric.. more..Writing
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