I miss the feeling of my figertips caressing soft skin
Kissing a tear away when trying to comfort someone
Warm breath stiring the hairs of my chest as someone sleeps
Putting my arms around from behind and wrapping them up as they do something mundane.
Brushing their hair using my hand as the brush
The hum or purr of someone content
I also miss putting my penis in a vagina.
I had to put the last part so no one took away my man card.
5 comments:
I wish there was something to say to make it less lonely. I totally understand the sentiment as I'm in the same boat.. just on a different river.
That was the best last line of a poem ever.
Yeah, there's a term for this type of poem actually: a reversal poem. :-) And this is quite a good one.
Oh, and Suzicat is me, Holly, ha ha.
SGhoul - I think this poem sums you up pretty well. You give the appearance of someone with a heart, but then you get scared people will think they understand you, and finally you find a way to ensure any thoughts of your outward-facing warmth gets dashed on the rocks.
Could you be anymore SGhoulish? :)
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