by Angelle M. Tolliver

Is it the way you sigh
that makes me want to cry,
to scratch, claw your back
with my DESIRE

Is it the way you whisper
my name that makes me
want to dive into to you,
to swim in you, fill you
with my PAIN

Is it the way your eyes
ride the curves of my hips,
that me me want to lick you,
to taste you, drink you
with my URGENCY

Is it the way you dance for me
that make me want to ride you,
to claim you, phuck you hard
with my FIRE

Is it the way you taunt me,
toy with me, tease me
that makes me want you,
beg for you, burn for you
YEARN for you, YEARN for you

Is it the way...

Copyright © 1997. Used by permission of author. All Rights Reserved.

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The artwork accompanying the poem is: "Dreamin", copyright 1998 anafrikanviolet, 6" x 8", Oil Pastels and Paper. To see more of anafrikanviolet's work, visit the gallery