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cold taste
by Angela Thomasnothing compares to
p u l l i n g
my contacts out of my eyes,
stretching out on my bed naked,
the damp breeze from outside
caressing my skin like the
frozen hands of some delicate lover.
me arching my back with stretch
and sticking my tongue out far enough
to leave a trail of cold taste on my chin.
nothing compares to these feelings.
well, maybe one thing,
you. 12/13/2003 Posted on 12/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 12/14/03 at 03:22 PM This is quite brilliant, if I may say so myself!
Lovely descriptions and quite cleverly written.
I like the idea of the lovers frozen hands on your skin. Welcome to pathetic, I shall be reading more of your work
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