Loves Needle

Loves Needle

I lie there feeling the uncomfortable chill
as my eyes strained to read what I’d penned
Another night spent alone and away
removed from your smile my beautiful friend

I could hear your passion radiating
into the corners of my mind as my voice
told of deeds and the tribulations of my art
My emphasis being placed on tone and emotions...
That didn’t help much...
For once again we found ourselves together but apart

Short miles my voice traveled
Short distance it had roamed
Short of breath you became as I spoke
Certain creative indulgences you took
as your fingers caressed your body
A lengthy shudder I heard in my mind
chilling further the marrow of my bones

Your fingers traced across lips
They found what you wanted
Moisture, free-seeping gushes of self-love
You were unable to hold them back...
Mental masturbation as you projected your thoughts
slipping those slender digits into your channel
Your body accepted what occurred...
While your orgasm shattered the glassy images
of all those physical moments that you lack

And another morning passes into shades of memory gray
Wearily your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep
Dreaming dreams of precious moments...
Hearing wet sounds of love made in a night...
With the sunlight comes a dawning
Of another day

A cycle will be repeated
A mood embraced and held
A release will be brought about by your
unfulfilled sensual needs

Demanding storms of sensations run rampant
for this sewing thread of loves needle...
Only you can suture the wound that causes
The heart to bleed

JWS, 1 May 00 1652 hours (For Cynthia… a sonnet of emotion)

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