Oh, to touch you! To put my arm around your waist!
To feel your living warmth -
Your body heat,
The solidity of you.
Oh, to touch you! To curve my hand on your arm,
To feel the hair against my palm,
To feel heated skin over moving muscles.
Oh, to clasp your hand with mine-
To interlace capable fingers gently, lovingly.
Oh, to nuzzle your throat with warm lips
And nibble at your earlobes daintily, hungrily...
A poem can only do so much!
Only so much indeed...is it warm in here?
nice job
stay safe
Gary
Deprivation?
You have me laughing. Yes, it is a bit warm. Thank you for responding to my poem Gary.