Daily Archives: May 8, 2014

Fingertip-sation!

 

I remember that night,

when you washed my hair.

As I melted in the heat,

that your hands did share.

 

The massage was so wonderful,

your hands were a gift.

You relaxed me completely,

I was tempted to drift.

 

I received so much pleasure,

from your wonderful fingers.

My skin still tingles,

for the memory does linger.

 

Now, every time that I wash my hair,

I’ll remember that night,

when your hands were there…

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Bittersweet Memories

 

Bittersweet memories of you

are still deep in my heart.

I wish that I could forget you,

and make a fresh new start.

 

Every time I think I’ve succeeded,

and left you in my past,

those bittersweet memories come rushing back,

like waves rolling fierce and fast.

 

Bittersweet memories make me want

to reach out and touch you again.

Curiosity is growing and I can’t help

but wonder how your life has been.

 

Bittersweet memories bring to me

happiness and sadness at the very same time.

As I reflect back on a time long ago,

when I was yours and you were mine.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall