resting my head on her belly
i watch as she touches herself
and smile at what it means to me and
what it means to her
it’s warm outside
warm so gloriously
warm
like honey in the sun or
the bellies of lazy cats sat out in the garden
for hours
and hours and days upon days
the curtains are drawn but the
light shines in anyway
illuminating our play-doh bodies and
as she plays with
it
i stare then kiss her stretch marks
wrapping
my arms around her thighs as i
try
try
try
to get back
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Categories: new poetry
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subtly erotic!
Thank you!
ooohhh I love this one
I’m so glad you do! Thank you x
Loved this. Beautifully sensual ❤️
Thank you very much ❤
simple moments becoming art. beautiful
Thank you, my friend. I’m very pleased you think so.
How did I forget to read this wonderful piece, very nicely done
Thank you very much! I’m glad and appreciative that you took the time to read it 🙂
You are welcome very welcome. 😃
I just nominated you for the Liebster Award. This may be redundant, in your case. I do not know. But, I like your work very much.
That’s so incredibly kind of you, Lee. I count myself very fortunate that you enjoy reading my words, and whenever you have taken the time to comment on anything, it really does make me smile. Thank you.
It was pointed out to me that I got your initials wrong in the nomination. I am sorry.
That’s okay 🙂
We all want something in the past back again, but it’s just not happening, and, by getting too enmeshed into those past relationships or feelings will only, trap ourselves deeper in the false fantasy that life had, become…
For me, in this piece, it was more about going back to the womb, to a state of unbecoming, rather than a particular time of my life.