Sunday, February 22, 2009

I Touch

I touch myself, just to feel
Least I forget this earthy thrill

Nails scrape across my skin
Body screams for attention

Eyes closed against the night
While I imagine rough delight

Dream dreams of dark sin
Your hands instead of mine

Your fingers buried deep
I taste your body on my lips

Breath coming in short gasps
Moaning for release

Quiet sigh a single tear
I fear I will never feel

Skin against skin
This touch of lust again

That life will end for me
Alone in my bed

2/22/09 ©Saroya Poirier