By unchained_spirit@hotmail.com
Submitted by Unchained
Date: 2001 Aug 17
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A Question



In bed
alone
I can drift
and think
of the scent
of your hair
at the nape of neck
and the taste of you.

I can think of you
bent against me
pressing back
losing track
of where you end
and I begin
in the thunder
as your hips mold to me
you cheek turns to mine
and I cup the supple curves
of your breasts
and you reach back
to touch me
wound to you
to me
racing
and gaining
the stars
together.

A question?
Do you suppose
I miss you?