wakingupslowly

wondering, wandering

wakingupslowly

wakingupslowly
Location
A city in, Iowa,
Birthday
June 17

MAY 2, 2009 10:18PM

do this

Rate: 20 Flag

 

do this 
 

parse me 

parse my body

with your touch 

name me 

form your desire

into words for me 

make a new language 

name your touch 

lips tongues fingers shoulders 

touch me with your words

tenderly and then 

not that way

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poetry, poem, desire, please, do this

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If a man had written this, I would be all over it! Beautiful.
I am more adaptable- lucky woman you have :)
Stunning!
--rated--
Cartouche took the words right out of my mouth.
This is very beautiful. I love it.
Thanks, womenfolk. It's an oldie, but... still says what it needs to say.

Thanks much for reading and commenting. It means much to me.
Waking, this is beautiful.
Senuous and soft, and then some. I like it.
The last two lines are mysterious. I like!
Thanks for reading, all. I so appreciate your thoughts.

I'm glad I put this one out there.
Miss having that passion, brings back wonderful memories. Thank you.
have you published this anywhere? It's that good. Wow.
Thanks, ZB. I hope you can make those memories real again.

Lorraine, thank you. No, never published this one. That's a cool idea, though.
I am constantly reminded how many good writers i miss. Your visit allowed me to find such, almost missed. The imagery in this runs like a vein. Rated.
thank you, scupper and duaneart. always heartened when others enjoy a poem.
Oh my goodness! Your writing is pretty sensuous...my mind drifts with it. Rated
Thank you, Ralph. I love to generate an, "Oh my goodness!" comment at 2:30 AM.

Sweet of you to read and send a note.
I finally read all your work and must say your prose blows me away... So many come here to scream from the anger pulpit for the indignation the world has shown them... Your thoughts are the music that goes around in my head, I really can feel the connect to subject... I can't help but wonder why you shelf some of these thoughts for so long