Tuesday, 5 November 2013

ONE TOUCH - A poem

One touch, I tremble
A hand hits bared skin
Pain, heat, pleasure
Muscles clench, heat spreads
I’m opening up, longing for more
The hand strokes the skin, rises
And hits again, harder
Pleasure and pain collide
They are the same
I need more
Of both.
Helena Stone

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