( / Lynchburg, Virginia)

Only A Shirt

Only a shirt -

I hold it
embrace it
smell it
put it on

Only a shirt -

But it's yours

I wear it
and pretend
that I am you
trying to understand
how you make me feel
the way you do

Only a shirt -

But it's white
like my skin
and soft
like your hands
and I pretend
that I am you
and touch myself

Only a shirt -

Wrapped between my legs
and wet with morning dew
nestled between my thighs
like your wet tongue
and wet like you make me
when you recklessly take me

Only a shirt -

But so much more
the touch of you
the scent of you
and I take it off
and lie down on the bed
naked
and waiting...

by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Comments (3)

Wonderful. I love reading a poem like this by a woman. It made me think of Neruda...and there is something magical about wearing the man you love's shirt. Well done.
............ simply jealous of your gift.
so nicely penned/evoked - i sent it to my beau to describe how i feel when i wear his clothes: shirts, jeans. keep on, sjg