Wayward Girl

Wayward Girl short poem

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Do you long to be kissed like a wayward girl
Full of passion, ardour, fire?
Do you yearn for pushing, pouting lips
To kindle more than desire?
Of touching faces, skin on skin
And breath a mingling swirl?
Do you long to dream in a heady stream, you giddy, wayward girl?

Do you long to exist to your fingertips
With skin that is fit to burst?
Do you yearn to break out in a wild, rash dance
With steps that are unrehearsed?
With sudden motion, thrilled, compelled
And completely in a whirl?
Do you long to run with your face to the sun, you giddy, wayward girl?

Do you long for the sand between yours toes
As the tickling tide recedes?
Do you long to be drowned in warm new grass
Clothed just in perspiring beads?
With only this day, this hour, this breath
And this kiss causing toes to curl?
Do you long to be young, with your songs unsung, you giddy, wayward girl?

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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