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Me the woman of passionate encounters,
is sitting here longing for lightness.
The kind that comes from taking time,
stretching the bliss across a lifetime.
I am heartsick dreaming of slow dances,
but no one sweeps me up in my kitchen.
Innate worship in the path of kisses,
from shoulder to nape to shoulder.
Sunshine on white sheets, crosswords,
coffee mugs, lazy moments of peace.
I've enjoyed those fleeting moments,
wrapping them in my most girlish hope.
Locking them into my memory books,
to last me thru these colder times.
Where I long to feel safe enough,
to let my most tender side out.
Running fingers thru silken hair,
perfumed waves falling on your face.
You sighing to feel me pressed close,
firmly snugged up against your chest.
Listening to the solid beating heart,
making me cry in gratitude to the gods.
Knowing that needing you is not a flaw,
but a confirmation to you of my love.
So please don't think me weak or easy,
when I long to have you sing in my ear.
I have given love to everyone gladly,
now I need to be filled up with you.
Everything you do quenches my thirst,
making me feel sexy and lovable again.
So forgive me for writing this poem,
longing for things I'll never have.
But somenights I can't fight memories,
of a time when I was so precious to one.