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