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My Touch

My Touch

About a girl named Kitten... She was something

 
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I wrote a lot of poetry about this chick...
Some of it fantasy, some of it narrative of real events...

I actually got my chance to do this some time later... :)
When I touch you,
Sometimes I send lightning
Down your sides,
You told me.
You tell me that
It’s
Almost
Orgasmic

Why do you tease me?
Why do you pull me along like this?
Make my mouth water
Make my body weak
My adrenaline rushes
My heart shakes
Is it really worth all this?
Either way, I suppose
I
Don’t
Care

Perhaps....if you knew
That the electricity in my touch,
Exists only because
I cannot give you that feeling
With my mouth, the ways I want,
With the full intensities of my lust,
And I must give it to you
With the feel of my arm around your waist
Like a once-inspired artist
Gazing at a parking lot that was
Once
A
Landscape

Perhaps…if you knew all that
You would kiss me, afresh
My lips could feel you again
You would clutch me anon
And
Not
Him

I think that I’ve moved on
That you can be a story
Sitting in the back of my mind
That you could just be
An old inspiration
But then you come along
And you remind me
I still have not
Let
You
Go

I wish I had you under me,
Pinned down by the wrists,
My lips on the brink of yours
And when you extended for a touch
I’d pull away, but slowly
And my lips would retreat, until
They were just far enough
That you could just reach far enough
To, again, arrive at the verge of my lips
I want you to desire another kiss
Like
I
Did
 
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  • Not up to par with your usual work
    Posted Nov 12, 2008
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    Yes, it’s a universal feeling. It was conveyed rather expertly too.

    I happen to hate the way the words
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    This.
    It did feel cheap and plastic, and really sullied the message. I think if you’d done it only once with the “and not him” (which did sta... (read more)
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  • Date Added
    • Nov 7, 2008 at 12:36 AM
  • Article Type
    • Literature
  • Genres
    • Poetry
  • Topics
    • People, Erotica
  • Overall Statistics
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    • 5 Votes
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Newest Addition
March 20, 2010
 
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