TP010
(Awakening)
By Tara Nicole Walker
09.25.02
Hands that grope
And seek
And grasp
And hold
And trace
The gleaming bodies
Of us
Fingers that probe
And tongues that slide
And search
And dance together
Nails that grasp
And scratch
And dig
Gently and firmly
Bodies that arch
And gleam
And move
With a rhythm all their own
Creating an aura
That fills the air
And a thick tension
Broken only
By cries of pure ecstasy
And moans full of passion
This is the darkest
Of desires
Awakening
And becoming
Fulfilled