Zywa Dry on dry

I like to look at you
still want to
pull the towel away
wrap me up in you, wet on wet
It used to be possible more often
always, I think, it is almost all
we need

Now my thoughts caress
your body in the golden
mean between longing
and receiving, tame
we lie together
until it gets too hot
or uncomfortable

My hand strokes
good night
over your sweet curve

Poem 1522
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17

Collection: Without reserve 
Keyword: Love: sex 
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