Tuesday, June 2, 2009

It's a strange feeling,
This feeling,
This,
It's in the way.

It's the caress, the fingers that run down my back,
That trace every part of me,
Releasing
Pure
Pleasure,
Through a touch, who knew.

It's a strange feeling,
This feeling,
This...
It's in the way you do it.

1 comment:

Jon said...

lovely poem zoo...

heartfelt is the word that springs to mind... and nice pace and language use too...

hope all's well in your realm...

bye for now