So Much More
Pulses repeated pulses
ripping to the core
I ache for so much more
Body spent content
but raging to be pushed hard
towards a wreckage lain lost
Thrust forth with tiny fingers
anchoring an aging frame
Enticing gasps of pleasure
tittered through the night
Pulses repeated pulses
take hold my weary might
squeeze past the apprehension
caress the sunburst light
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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