Bloodlust by Mike

How I miss your sweet caress;
The way you left your scent,
Your mark,
Up and down my body.

How I'd hold you,
Grip you so tight I feared you might break
As I guided you to those
Most sensitive places.

How your ice cold touch
Scalded my skin,
Sending shivers of ecstasy
Shooting down my spine.

How you made everything alright
Without even saying a word.
Just stroking me,
Loving me.

I miss you so much it frightens me.

Meridian (64.12.117.71) -- Tuesday, April 6 2010, 01:21 am

Miiike!
I hope Mark doesn't use that as a means to escape reality. Cuts are permanent, and just like the uintended ones, they evoke memories. In this case, I can imagine, painful memories.

The personification is nice and the way you incorporated the sense of touch through the word "cold."

Just had to share.

- The Black and Decker knives here at home are kind of warm, because they're at room temperature. Additionally, it is 70 plus inside and outside, because it's summer time. So reading the words "cold" and "shivers," it is as though the reader can feel the "cold."

I like how poets make me feel, see, hear, taste and smell.

Great sensory equipment!

Meridian (64.12.117.71) -- Tuesday, April 6 2010, 01:26 am

whoops
When I said "summer time," I meant getting close to summer time. I'm jumping the gun.

Mike (10.89.233.138) -- Friday, April 23 2010, 09:10 am

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Nah, I used to. I'm over all that crap now lol. But its always in the back of your mind -_-; bit like a rehabilitated junkie.

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