When senses love 5. TouchA Poem by Lupus Kaosthe fifth addition to these series
A wolf, I am, trying hard
simply to reach out to you and touch your skin. But my claws hurt you. I do not want that. A hawk I am, it seems like I wanted all along to touch you and rip your flesh, while I would take it for me, and engorge it. I do not want that. I only want to draw my fingers close to you, to your lips your hands, your eyes... Ah, how beautiful it would be if you could feel my hands softly touching you. But right now we are too far for that to happen. Right now, we are lost and no sense may give out our love. Can you hear, smell, touch, see, taste the past and all we went through together? I do that all the time... © 2013 Lupus Kaos |
StatsAuthorLupus KaosMacedonia, GreeceAboutSadness I like to embrace in each of her forms. I feel alone and Solitude is my only friend...But I have no complain about that, since I can write and express myself. more..Writing
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