i know it's just a key board but it is at this moment an extension of my lust for you

i wana slide my fingers across your skin but i must settle for sliding them across these keys

i sense the way they feel under my fingers change as my hands get warm and sweaty

i stop curling them...instead they are straighter and more sensitive to every word they create

i mis-spell more words...but i dont stop to correct them it would only lessen the continuity

i feel my heart beat race...my mouth water and my skin becomes warm and alive with it all

i must settle for this poor substitute for your skin yet I am driven to continue moment by moment

i notice the changes that get lost when i would have you in true proximity to my body

i am so aware that you are in my head in my heart in my spirit in what drives my touch

i see you in my mind i smell you is my sense memory i here your voice in the ears of my mind

i ache for the day it will not be to: this machine I waste my hungry touch and passion

i know it is not a waste of my time and effort ...just a waste off perfectly good skin

i would rather be in the presence of the real you, the hot sweet salty aromatic real you !!!




~urwickedwestcoastwitch~

ohhhh....that was nice

Ouuuuuuuuuuuu girl that is BAD as in GOOD!!!
Love it!!!

Dam heated cyber space!

...between my sweety's lunch note and your last poem I was inspired....



~w~

Nicely and accurately done, great job Wicked!!!!

nice

.....TY

~wicked~

hmmmmmmm.....