spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I miss your body lying next to mine
Your arm across me
Holding me right where you want me
I miss your knowing hands waking me
With strokes and caresses divine
Stoking the flames of my intense passion
I miss your rough voice in my ear
Whispering I love you’s and
Telling me exactly what you want and need
I miss your strong arms holding me
Tight in a hug or
Restraining my burning desires just right
I miss you being inside me filling me
Perfectly molded to my form
Spreading stroking pounding releasing
I miss the thing that is Us
Tears and laughter
Sighs and moans and shouts and quiet perfection
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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Beautiful!
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mmmm thank you! ☺️
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Love this. Love it so much. Read it three times and I’m off again to for the fourth. Perfect balance of gentle and rough and beautiful
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Awww. I’m so pleased it resonates with you in such a way. Thank you for the very nice compliment.
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