Poetry Train….

Fingers stroke my skin,
Leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
My heart races as you wrap your arms around me.
Every atom within me cries out
For the touch of your body against me.
If All I can have at this time in the world,
Is simply to be held by you once in a while,
I’ll take it and offer to you whatever you need from me.

-T.A. Chase c. 2011

3 Responses “Poetry Train….”

  1. Araya says:

    Lovely moving poem….

  2. Jambrea says:

    Thank you for a wonderful poem and great picture! 🙂

  3. luciatea says:

    Wow, beautiful.

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