"Note #8"A Poem by Raef
Flickering light.
A roughness to touch Softly, smoothly, aching to Move. Shaking, moving, noiseless, With breathing, still aching, Feeling what there is to feel; Soft, smooth, aches. Sighing and breathing is So sweet, so sweet, Testament to the paramount, So hard to move without thinking. Thinking without moving, Moving without thinking, The thought is in the gesture, And the gestures are all but thoughtless. The eyes, the lips, The tender looks and kisses, The caresses, the sighs and moans, The tears, the warmth, the touch. Too much for me, Right now, In this moment, This night. © 2015 Raef |
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Added on June 11, 2015 Last Updated on June 11, 2015 Author
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