|Jun. 1st, 2011 12:56 pm Yearning - (another poem I wrote)|
Ever had that experience where you are sitting next to someone you fancy the pants off, in a lecture? Perhaps at university, or at the science festival? Well, the poem below is inspired by that....1 comment - Leave a comment
- Yearning -
I feel the warmth of you
as you sit down beside me.
I yearn for the heat of your breath
on my skin.
Your arm brushes mine.
Our accidental touch,
sending electricity through me.
I try to focus on the talk,
but I long to run my fingers over your shirt
and your skin.
Stirrings below - I must push them aside,
But I can smell my own arousal,
And I wonder if you can too.
I indulge my lustful thoughts,
but just for a while longer.
Do I tell you of my fantasies?
How I yearn to have your head between my legs?
You probably don't want me like I want you.
You have more control than I.
So instead, we talk.
I listen to your words, watching your lips move,
and fleetingly I imagine your lips on mine.
And you smile, and my heart skips a beat.
But I drag myself back to reality,
to enjoy the connection of our minds.
And then, we part.
And life goes on.