I watch my hands as they type these words now…they yearn for you…to touch and trace your soft silky skin…command and thrust along your sexy places…I long for you.
I know I should be writing you a poem but…my paper begged and missed your words…
Kiss me if you like this style of writing anyway
Wherever you are now, I hope you are smiling coz I am now just thinking of you…
You have this power over me…like there are two Tinkerbells pulling the corners of my mouth every time I think of you
I remember a time
a year or two
I hid my wings
I was afraid
to fall for you
But got more afraid
not to live the truth
So I confessed my love
that I want you mine
I want you now
I love you more
than I loved you
a year or two
And I watch my hands as they type these words now…my fingertips, they want your skin.
Every nerve of me, they want you in…
I crave to kiss you and stop for a while to let you taste my lips, how they want to live that way…
Dear babylove…
I know I should be writing you a poem but…my paper begged and missed your words…
So I read our past letters and conversations anyway…
I’m now on your poetry
And
I can smell your perfume
beyond the door – and you
wait for me…
© Copyright by Fehl Dungo
Inspired by and written for Cathy Nerujen
You mean the world to me.
