Lesbian Poetry

Dear Megan

I hear your voice as I read the letters, it gives me comfort and a since of security. I long for your touch; it is all that occupies my time. The problems I have faced lately have been very difficult without you. I love having you as a partner, took for granted how we always solved our problems together as one. I laid in bed at night crying for you, wishing you were here to hold me and assure me that everything would be okay. You have always known the words to say. When you did say those words you would look deep into my heart clinching the very soul of my feeling. I wanted you to make love to me, to feel that closeness we have always had. I think of your body, how it is almost to perfect to be real. Every curve, the slickness of your skin. The way our bodies felt against one another so perfectly molded. The scent of you I would inhale as if there were no tomorrow. How my lips would always fit so perfectly with every part of your body. Always so slick and perfected, my tongue would accent your every curve. The way our body would curve together as we made love, we made each other scream. Not once dry just so warm. I love the way we spooned on the couch as we watched, or tried to watch a movie. Wishing it could turn into more-how many soaps did we miss? Those long wet kisses, feeling your tongue connect with mine. Every energetic spark that would hit me when you looked into my eyes just as you orgasm.