Why
by sloanranger
I don't think I understand
why I gravitate to you,
why I want to take your hand -
for you to take mine, too.
Why I want to hold you to me,
closely, heart to heart -
why I want to place my tongue
between your lips when they're apart.
Why I want to rub you down
with sweet, exotic lotions -
make love to you with gay release,
while we're in the ocean.
To lay my head upon your chest
each and every night -
to thank my God before we rest
and then turn out the light.
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Passing Strange
Thơ caA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.
