Self-Preservation

 

Your fingertips on the back of my neck,

gentle pressure, pull me forward to taste

your lips. Familiar sensations blossom

below my belly button.  Heat coils

unwrap, spiral to the tips of my toes.

Palms against your chest, I’m pushing away

afraid to continue – the desire

to explore battles against will power.

 

Want and need – opposing definitions –

struggle inside.  Am I to be winner

or loser in this game of love – or lust?

 

Self-preservation tosses me a line,

knotted at odd intervals, painfully

aware, I live to feel – and feel to live.

 

© Siobhan

02-06-09

edited 02-09-09

 

I’m not sure about the end line – comments welcome.

Thanks, M.F. I like the suggested edit.

 

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