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holding your memory
my lips tremble
when i think of you
so far away
i miss your little folds
and subtle curves
the hair on your legs
and your kiss
i miss the flatness
of your tongue
and the pleasure
you get in our
embrace
i guess defining
how beautiful
i find you
means nothing
when you are so
far away
The poem at first seemed simple and straightforward, but I found myself reading it again and again...it is very thought-provoking and stirs emotions deep inside. We are but memories of love...some good, some sad. And I guess, we should define our thoughts when that special person is still close and not "so far away". Lovely poem.
Kind regards
Nicolette
your words haunt me. thank you for making me think