Too Close To be Not Close Enough

Too Close To be Not Close Enough

A Poem by Polly Taylor

 

 
 
Loose at the hip, broad at the shoulder
Tracing the crease of his jean with the
Fingers he uses to roll our joint
Legs, long lean hairy, scarred by the
Tree that stands down by the lane
Spider leg eye lashes encase the
Pools of mystery he hides from all
Ruffling the duvet he marks his night
Time territory. Drops the jeans, rubs
His stomach and denies me the pleasure
His teasing pheromones dancing on my
Pillow; evoke the tension of intimacy
He sleeps while I dream and smell
The forbidden fruit of what could be
His toes swaying with the rhythm of his
Breath; his curls falling on my face

And it is all he will allow.

© 2008 Polly Taylor


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Polly Taylor
Polly Taylor

Bakewell, United Kingdom



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hello I'm Polly.... usually i'd just copy and paste the "about me" section from whatever social networking site I'm currently on... but i sense i should probably write something more insightful... Ok.. more..

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