Don’t say a word
Let me feel you
smell you
know your secrets
savour the aftermath
Floating in and out
flesh
decadent fantasy
warm breath
strong hands
hold me
the weight of my being
let me rest under your chin
above your heart
perfection
caress me on fire
your fingers
only in dreams
lucid thought
deja vu
Hot flashing strikes
ignite curiosity
endless possibility
Play here with me
in between consciousness
and death
dark velvet night
we have a moonless sky
time does not exist
I feel you
I taste you
I think you
Real
I want more
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Julie Anderson
Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.
Thank you Mary 🙂
xxx
Thank you much John.
It practically melted my keyboard. HA!
Best-
J
Thank you Nicole 🙂
xxxxx
Kitt-
Ha! Poor hubby.
Thank you
x
J
Jackie –
Ya think?
xx
J
Gina –
You are too kind.
Yeah, it was a WOW kind of dream.
x
Thank you Susan 🙂
This is amazing. You grabbed ALL my senses. All. I heard the heartbeat and smelled the musk…
Just wow!
Yowza.
Sexy, powerful, intoxicating. Love it. Wish I had read it with my husband nearby… Unfortunately, it’s morning and he’s at work.
This is stunning
What an awesome poem Julie. Wow. It practically scorches the screen.
Wow, Julie!!