In Touch Poem by Nakesha Banks

A kiss on the lips
a stroke of the hand
fantasies played out as sigh's of exstacy burst into the air
desires and exspectations meet wiht unimangnable plesure,
things you would never dare think of but just wait it gets so muc better
soft succulent lips meet an awaiting neck yearning for slow steady kisses but hasent recieved them yet
bodies turned
arms thrust
our eyes meet
is it love? or it it lust?
our hands connect
our bodies touch
both so anxious yet we choose to take it slow
we realize it's not love or lust but PASSION we both now know.


(2007)