The FingerprintA Poem by Queen O'Spadesthe electricity, intensity breaks its way through, through the sedation, the raw emotions that have been rendered chemically static I absorb even his most subtle touch the length of his thumb lay along my hand compassion and warmth, creating a sense memory a fingerprint I folded into it, let it calm me, balance me The intimacy lingers still... It doesn't quench my desire it sets it ablaze burning, tormenting, craving hoping hoping for more than a fingerprint
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4 Reviews Added on August 10, 2011 Last Updated on August 10, 2011 Tags: intimacy, sensual thought, touch |