by on April 18, 2017 in poetry

It all started

The moment you reached around my back

And rested your hand so casually

Right there, on my hip bone

I felt a tingle, then a surge of heat rise up through my chest and into my face

I tried not to show my surprise

As we stood side by side

watching the band

nodding our heads in unison

but it was so hard to focus

As my body pulsed with the energy

That radiated from your fingertips

Until the song ended

And you took your hand back to clap

And went off to get a drink

And now, hours later, I lay here in bed

With a longing that I can barely stand

The aftershocks of your touch still haunting my body and mind

And deep in my core

I yearn

to scratch this itch

I never knew I had

That you unleashed

From one moment of excitement and relief

I reach down and touch the place on my body

Where I still feel the specter of you

Even though I know that holding myself

Just isn’t the same

But it will have to do

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