With Or Without You
In the cryptic mourning of my dream
Awakened
by soft caresses on alabaster skin
so sensuous a touch longing to last
Still lost
Hands free to ease a need
recede to places and days of old
where hearts laid tight
on frigid nights
and your essence engulfed my being
Visions blind the day
and touches get stronger
but pleasure, you will not win tonight
I will hold out
until again
with you
my soul
resides
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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