My hands could feel the blooms <br />blossoms bursting, <br />in the bed of yellow, pink, <br />red, lavender <br />though there was no touch, <br />forbidden I knew <br />my chubby childs hand <br />reached, <br />wanted for one touch <br />of this fragile beauty <br />felt the longing to possess, <br />tender petals <br />soft as cotton candy. <br /> <br />Now <br />I reach for you, <br />longing, aching <br />for the tenderness of <br />your hand in mine, <br />sweet smell of cologne <br />lips tempting my lips, <br />the swell of your chest <br />as you pull me close, <br />wanting you <br />to possess me.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-longing-3/
