Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

Flurries

A flurry of memories
Cling to my soul
The taste of your lips
Is still on my tongue
The trace of your hand
Still pulls me close
The look in your eyes
Still unravels my mind
The feel of your cheek
Still makes me blush
As your mouth,
Sweet but hungry
Consumes me
Possesses me entirely
I’m all yours
When your lovely hands
Roam all over my body
Dishevelling my hair
Titillating my skin
Inviting my touch
Probing my secrets
Until oh my love
I have nothing to hide.