The Wall

my back against the wall
The brick scratching my flesh

His hand in my hair
Pulling my head back
And lifting me up

He bends down
And kisses me deeply
His body is firmly against mine

His other hand
Travels to my breast
Caressing it

my arms around Him
my hands grasping His hair

The weight of His body
Caressing me, holding me

i tremble against Him
For Him, because of Him
Supported by Him and the wall.

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Starward's picture

Although I dislike the beginning details of the poem, it ends very triumphantly, and for that, and only that, I applaud your accomplishment here.


Starward