I’ve got you skin to skin with ethereal connection of senses. Its been years since I’ve touched you like this. Hands no longer clasped around January’s dark nights, but drenched palms in decadent passion for brighter fires. Your tongue in my mouth tastes of sweet new worlds. I’ve got you, wrapped up in my gray jersey sheets Our bodies, maps laid upon my living room floor.
A amazing poem. Description raw and direct.
"Your tongue
in my mouth tastes of sweet new worlds."
Good visions create by strong statements. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote