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A second poem about Ellen, a beautiful woman that I met In a psych ward, a physician. |
Poem: “Ellen, The Second Encounter” By Neil Micah Lannom 12/3/18 Random It wasn't random It was random In the ward In class My eyes out the door I saw her Ellen Again Impulse! I went out the door, after her! I wanted her to touch me again! I did need attention A checkup Not really, just to be in her presence, both? It was basically fine My back The blackhead Her glasses Her voice She had her scope around her neck She confirmed me, and I followed We went to the infirmary She had on a necklace Behind a curtain, on a bed She had me lift my shirt up I revealed more than I should have I did it on purpose Revealing my body What did she think? I heard her spirit She wanted my touch... I wanted her touch, again, too... My belly hair My nipples, different to her My back and chest, shoulders, reavealed... She put on gloves Then... She touched me! I felt a huge calming affect I was being touched by... One of the most pleasant, beautiful woman What did it feel like? Her touch? God, I wanted her, I want her still! To lay with her No clothes A blanket and a bed... Nude Warmth, her body, her skin... To touch mine, my body, my skin When she touched me I became calm and took a breath... I wanted her, I wanted her hands all over me! What was best... I felt her spirit She wanted me, too, desire! |