Till Next Time

Till Next Time

Your touch slips around my face, like a glove.

Following the contour and the hollows of my cheek.

Then pressed against the back of my neck,

You play with my hair, knead my skin.

Stroking my forehead, they talk a language all their own.

Your eyes speak volumes what your lips won't say,

In the dark of night you cradle me so close,

The need to stay surpassing the urge to leave.

Every turn, each twist of the covers, we settle into a new cocoon.

Total contentment in the envelope of your being.

Then the spell is broken by the march of dawn,

Still you linger, mouth on my back, hum in my ear,

I shudder...

and I wait for the next time we are together…now hop down my kitten.

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vocalcoach 6 years ago from Nashville Tn.

OMG...I can hardly believe this. You and I are like one person with the very same feelings, humor, topics - and who knows what else. Just curious...what month were you born? Just have to know more about you. :) This poem is awesome and beautiful...like you!

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writinginalaska 6 years ago from southeast Alaska Author

I am truly humbled by your comments Vocal, when i read your works as compared to some of mine I was dumbfounded, but in a very good way :) I'll send you a private email. Thank you so much for your kind words.

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Neil Sperling 5 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

sweet poem --- thanks

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writinginalaska 5 years ago from southeast Alaska Author

always my pleasure Neil, thank you for stopping by. have you read more of my works, would love for you to linger...... ;) lvh

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