Tracing Whispers

my fingertips
trace the curves of my flesh
once again I crave you
wishing they were your hands
not mine
that your body was
pressed against my own
my flowing swells and dips
matching, moving perfectly
in sync with yours
fitting perfectly
that you were here
to love on me
your lips tracing whispers
along the shell of my ear
effortlessly helping me
leave all my doubts behind

tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

37 thoughts on “Tracing Whispers

        1. Thanks! My summer is pretty good, very busy, as per the normal here in Alaska. It’s very hot (for me) but I look forward to the bliss and beautiful of autumn. I hope you’re doing well also.

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