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Shades drawn….little filters of light making their
way in between the slots…dust motes dancing
in the light…the sweet, lulling sound of a
nocturne fills the room…
I sit here leaning against the pillows…my
head resting against the board…I pick up the
rose and sniff it’s lush
fragrance… then stroke my cheek and
sigh…a sigh of pure contentment…I
turn to look…I place my hand with the rose in
the space that you had just occupied not ten minutes
ago…still warm from your body’s
heat…I turn my face to the pillow still
fragrant with your scent…the scent that
lingers on my skin…I breath in…I
smile the age old smile of woman sated, fulfilled
by her lovers touch…I move into your space
to get a more intimate connection…my body
stretches and opens in invitation as if you were still
here…a rush of sensation bolts through me as I
recall your welcomed invasion of my body……your
fingers working their magic in my core to allow
entrance with ease…your lips trailing feathery
kisses on my neck, my cheeks and then my mouth which
opens to accept your honeyed plunder.
My angel…return to me…come back into my
arms…back into our world that we have
created just for you and I alone…steal with
me a few more moments of treasured bliss before we
have to part till God knows when…

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2005

I Feel You

When I hug you, you know what I feel?
I feel your heart.
I feel your body.
I feel the blood pulsing through your veins.
I feel the fact that you are a living, breathing human being.

When I see you, I feel you.

When I touch you, you know what I feel?
I feel your spirit.
I feel your soul.
I feel your pain, your sadness and your suffering.
I feel the fact that you are a living, breathing human being.

When I see you, I feel you.

When I love you, you know what I feel?
I feel your happiness, your passion, and your peace.
I feel your ups and downs.
I feel your grace and your style.
I feel the fact that your are a living, breathing human being.

When I see you, I feel you.

“I Feel You”, copyright Jessica Reynolds, 2007?

On one solemn Hollow’s Eve,
We both did ride the train
All the way to Williamsburg
Sheltered from the rain.

I was naked under my coat,
You had green upon your face,
Above ground it was so cold,
We had to run a little race.

Down the block and up the stairs,
Through the door we ran,
I had your hand in mine,
You said I was your man.

Right then I felt warm,
Starting to get real hot,
Your loving me was sweet,
It really hit the spot.

But then the party gasped,
The mood of the room grew bleaker,
As a bulge appeared under my coat
Exposing me to them: a streaker.

I protested and they threw us out,
We fled down the steel stairs to the train,
Things were wet and we were drunk,
I slipped on the puddles of rain.

You held me up though I was gross,
I leaned on you a bit,
My buttons were all opened,
They saw me through the slit.

So the cop came over
And hit me on the head,
You cried and tried to help me,
As to the jail I was lead.

Behind bars I cried,
I gnashed my teeth and wailed,
Afraid that the large man might
Come behind me and I would be impaled.

You paid the fee, and I was free,
They released us into the night,
I was naked and you were green,
We both were quite a sight.