Your Kisses!

I so miss your kisses!
I feel even more of your fingers!
the memory slow and gentle on my back
Looking eagerly my brand.
The soft cloth. The dimples, small, between my hips
One by one!
Down!

I also remember
When you turned me
Just for the pleasure
To see if my face would find
Your answer.
My face, My Love, portrays his desire!
Right now I'm almost inert!
I turn into leaf, petal.

I receive and give!

poem by Mirna Morgan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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