Your palms remember
warm silk of my skin
when they travel the contours of
my curves and edges
Your lips remember
my coffee scented kiss
softness into fierceness
yielding into claiming
Your fingers remember
shape of my hip
what it is to cradle my head
when you draw me ever closer
in the poetry we write
together in tangled sheets
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Very sensual 😊
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Thank you!
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Hot 🔥
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Thank you Braeden
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Welcome!
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🙂
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i love the way you write intimacy…you capture the tactile, sensuous nature of physical contact between people so perfectly…it becomes more than just the moment of touching, but the ingrained memory afterwards.
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I am so glad that I was able to convey that! I often think that it is so much easier to write the passion of young lovers than the intimacy of long-time partners. But is something that you remember in your skin, in the palms of your hands. . .
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An intense kind of poetry, both in those tangled sheets and on the page.
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I am a very tactile person and it definitely is reflected in the way I try to capture intimacy in words.
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You succeed brilliantly.
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You are very kind to say so
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray celebrates a loving.
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