Lesbian Poetry

A Woman's Touch

It was more the mental that lead me to the accidental, sentimental, structure of her body as she held me ever so gentle.
I found myself dreaming about what was seeming, to be an everlasting love making session, and then I would arise screaming.
I smell her like I'm some sort of a hound, I feel her even as I lay down, I see her even when she's not around, I hear her even when there is no sound, Okay calm down, I tell myself calm down.
She's triggered things in me, I never knew existed. She has my mind so twisted.
Her hands on my skin, brought out something within, I cannot pretend, so do I just give into this feeling within, or do I defend everything that I believe in?
She kissed my lips ever so soft that my mind became her loft, to forever reside, I laid down my pride, she could not be denied, access to come inside, where I would normally hide. Woman I'm fit to be tied.
A Woman's Touch is so powerful.
She laid her body on top of mine, I could feel the heat and the anticipation starting to increase, I don't want this to cease, as my body started to seize, uncontrollably I screamed please! This feeling so surreal, I was hungry and you were my meal, all of my emotions were revealed, how could I conceal what was already exposed.
She began to explore every inch of my body, tasting every pore of my skin, from my brow to my designated spot within. I began to bend, which would further send, me into a place I had never been, the air was growing thin, quiver did my chin, my head began to spin, I didn't have to ask when, because I knew right then...
A Woman's Touch is so powerful
I know there will be a day, when I can actually say, why she made me feel this way.
But until that day arrive, I will not be deprived of a
A Woman's Touch.