I wasn't looking
when you took me
by surprise!
to a place were I could not hide.
The hunger,
I felt deep inside,
a hunger,
that has not been quelled.
As my heart
has swelled,
my loins cry out,
they are on fire!
Raging
from within,
as if some unrelenting sin!
My heart beats a strange rhythm,
dancing in my chest,
to a conflicting beat,
a misplaced harmony,
now a part of me,
this vulnerability.
I just want your touch
is that asking to much?
Your hands hold my destiny
go ahead,
take the best of me!
No longer do I care
not anymore,
throw the rest of me
to the floor,
If that's the cost I pay
well, that's okay,
with out
your touch,
I am nothing anyway!
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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