Inner Thigh.A Poem by Terry Colletta girl and her desires.Why doesn't he touch my inner thigh? She watches him unfolding her some tale, some family history that leaves her cold. His hands fold against his knees and he relates, his eyes not on her but above her head, gazing at some yesteryear, and all she wants is that human touch, that skin on skin, lips to lips, hand to hand. She lets out a sigh. Why won't he touch my inner thigh? © 2011 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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