I long for the majestic
sunset of your hair,
windblown, dancing across my cheek…
The burnt orange and lavender…
I want to consume every drop.
I’m thirsty for your
footsteps near my bed, parched with
desire for your presence—your essence.
How long until you wet my
tongue, and quench this fire?
I stalk slumber like a shadow…
my only release from the
hunger and yearning for your
moist lips, like peaches
pressed against mine.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2024 22:27
- Comment from author about the poem: My recent book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie. Here's a link. https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
- Category: Unclassified
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