Warm Memory
I remember
that early morning kiss
the warmth of your lips
the taste of sensuous desire
the heat of such tender yearning
and total naked trust
to feed your body with mine
and
even though you are gone
the memory lingers on...
Death
rip me from my new-found freedom
or promise me
my children's children
will live in peace
...and I will come quietly
or promise me
my children's children
will live in peace
...and I will come quietly
DESIRE
fans the dying embers of our last encounter
and starts a raging inferno
inside of me
which can only be tempered with
the touch of my hands following the memory of
....your body thrusting into me
calming the flames
....to settle into
a warm envelope of your love
CL Margerate
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