Not Nearly Enough
A poem.

I don't say
Any of it
Not nearly
enough
But
Your thighs
Your knees
ankles and calves
Armpits
crevices
I adore you
Your tongue
Quiet voice
Loud voice
Your natural scent
when you've
Bounced or worked out
Face flushed
with red
The soft of your
palms
Of your skin in general
Hair against me
Scratching
my nails down
your
back
thighs
your
Up
To search between your
Dance the tips of my
toes
On yours and traverse
Your soles
Dance the tips of my
fingers over repeated journeys
Caress and knead
Your neck
Shoulders arms
Feel you
r e l a x
Then t e n s e
me
Beneath
After a shower
or congress
Use my
tongue
To lap up the
Moisture
I want to follow
the lines
the pathways
Of your body more often
Take little d
i
versions
Trips to the outer e
d
g
e
s
Spelunking inner d
e
p
t
h
s
I want to exchange
sweat and scent
lose
my
b
r
e
a
t
h
as you gain
Mine
Receive yours
Face f l u s h e d with red
Saliva
on tongues
A combination
Beard
s o a k e d
Something sweet
As we lay
Spooned
My hand
Over yours
Fingers e
n
twined
Just
B r e a t h i n g
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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