Your fingers,
your touch
I want.
So warm,
so soft,
trembling.
On me
my skin
awaits.
They brush,
my pulse
quickens.
My chest,
hollow,
wants more.
I write, more nonfiction than fiction lately, and that's mainly because I started a podcast about the history and culture of Brazil. Reading for that is dominating my reading time too - as you might have guessed. I'm an American expat who lives in southern Brazil. Aside from history, reading and podcasting, I enjoy cooking, hiking and improving my Portuguese. I teach English for a living.
Writings From Within
April 29th, 2010 at 2:31 am
I especially love the end of the poem, but all of it is gorgeous and I can easily relate.
April 29th, 2010 at 3:08 am
I went for 2 syllable lines to try to imitate the staccato of a quickened heart beat and the sense of urgency that one can feel in an intimate moment. 🙂