resurrection
We awkwardly try to
get comfortable
on the bed.
The subtle dominance
of you
hovering over me,
me open to
whatever might happen,
ready to go with it,
shivering with possibility.
You kiss my neck,
a dead bedroom
coming back to life
after years.
Your lips
lovingly and passionately
explore me,
your hands
touching me everywhere,
my body hungry for all of it,
bliss coursing through my veins.
I feel loved,
cherished,
wanted,
desirable.
I touch myself
then guide your hand
to touch me
as we kiss,
as you nibble my ear,
as you kiss my chest.
This is what I needed,
to wade in the shallow end
before we go deeper
another night.
Maybe this is all I need
sometimes,
the simple pleasure
of kisses and touches
and being with you,
the rediscovered sensuality
of gentle foreplay.
Your rekindled desire
is a gift
i look forward to opening
again and again.
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This poem draws the reader in…… I especially love the title paired with the verse
this feels so safe