I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b][/b]Who I Am
I am the fingers you feel dance in your hair. The hand that pauses only slightly at the base of your neck , only to retrace their steps back to where they were to start over again. A familiar route traveled again and again.
I am the soft kisses you feel on your cheek, giving you pause and leaving your heart still and smiling and your soul feeling sang to.
Lastly I am the soft touch you feel caress your face and the touch that traces your arms down to your hands. Pausing ever so slightly as I hold them as if they were made of glass. Inciting touch that sends shutters and goosebumps form the back of your neck down your spine. Confusing and welcome at the same time. And quite pleasing.
That is who I am. I am that poet you'll never meet. Whose being you will never see. But whose presence you will feel , as real as if I was beside you.
@BemyValentine: I have to be inspired to write. And that comes fro many sources. Online as and we as IRL- and well as art and music. On EP, I had a number that inspired me- and I them- it was a system that brought the best in each of us. That is lacking here. Sadly.
@Elandra77: Oh I agree we are all inspired from all kinds of sources to write. I too was on EP for years met some lovely cultured people. SW is only a year old, got to give it time to season. It will never be EP, no. Though I have made some nice friends. Thank you once again for sharing. I appreciate you.
@SW-User Thank You. I had a number of similar stories published on EP way back. This was not one of them. This was an inspiration one night. I am glad you took the time to read and comment.
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I wrote some deep, and some silly stuff there as well. I haven't had that outlet in some time. I don't see the opportunity here. It is unfortunate.
Nevertheless, you are obviously thoughtful and talented. 😊
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Very beautiful.. You can just feel the passion in it..
@SW-User Thank You, sweet lady. That is what i was trying to convey. That and the loss of those touches and caresses, yet they are ones that never left. They are forever embossed into one's memory and conscientious.
@Gangstress Thank You. I think we all come across ones that touch us, profoundly. Maybe in person and maybe just by words from afar. But they have-and we will never be the same again. We will be better.
And I think when they leave out lives, for whatever reason, they leave a great hole in us. One that no other can fill. And so we long for them;pine, again for their inspiration, love and presence.
That is what I was trying to capture. We still feel their touch, from a distance, years later.
@SW-User i glad that you could feel it. As special a touch, IRL can be, one need not be present for us to feel their touch and be aroused by the sensation they give us. So much can trigger our emotions and our memories of eroticism, that is, of being loved and adorned. Be it a soft touch from one near or a suggestion of one from one afar. it was the latter I was aiming at,
