Struggling to negotiate sensations confined to oblivion

Yesterday I came to realise that I have wholly forgotten how it feels to be kissed;
kissed and held and adored
How it feels to see the world in slow-motion
and be seen drenched in broad, wide-angled sunlight
Even how it feels to have my fringe brushed from my eyes on a windy day
my hair tousseled and pulled in a frenzy of intimacy
hands keenly grasping at my back and front and sides
fingernails tearing my skin, leaving wounds to be healed with tender kiss
The sensation of face angular and unconditional
pressed into my hair when behind me lay a man with burning desire to engulf my whole self; mind, body and soul

How it feels to be held in the throes of love

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