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Not Nearly Enough

A poem.

By Paul StewartPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
Top Story - September 2026
My rough approximation of Vincent Van Gogh's Nude Woman Reclining, Seen from the Back

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

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About the Creator

Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!

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    Written by Paul Stewart