Feeling of Feeling

This is what I forgot

I make things intimate

Putting my hand on a man’s face

A man’s neck

I like the feeling of feeling him

Without fail he closes his eyes

I imagine the only thing on his mind is the touch of my skin on his

The weight and tremor of my hand

I think he is content

I’m fulfilling some need he has

Some need I have

When he reciprocates I gasp and sigh simultaneously

I hope it’s not noticeable

I haven’t forgotten

I never knew he might like the feeling of feeling me

Comments

valbrussell

June 4, 2009

This is tender. Medicated lady, you’ve been hiding this talent and I hope you write more like this. This line: The weight and tremor of my hand says so much with little detail. You choose words so accurately and with ease and I envy that.
S.L. Corsua

June 5, 2009

Now this is intimacy that is contagious, in a feel-good way (no pun intended). (grin) It really is tender, all about relishing the moment. Cheers. 😉
medicatedlady

June 6, 2009

I keep coming back to your comments, val and s.l. These sorts of sentiments do not show themselves much in my poetry because I don’t feel them often in real life. I appreciate your thoughts.

My writing tends to be raw and even brash…this one felt raw but sentimental in a way that is unusual for me.

Thanks again.