Tag Archives: yearning
I’m the junkie twitching for his next fix I’m the drunkard looking for his next drink I’m the infant crying for his mother’s breast The need in me to give life to my thoughts is undeniable My fingers are drawn … Continue reading
You were a good teacher. You taught my skin to delight in your caress. My fingers learned to search for yours. I learned to listen for your whispers. My sighs learned your name. My desire learned to match your … Continue reading
The moon won’t tell. It does not hear my pleas. You’re not to be found. I’m down on my knees. I’ve risked and plotted For eyes that look like yours.