Cuddles

Sensual dance of two

bodies melding into one

entwined

enraptured

caught up in the passion

the flames

of consummation.

Star bursts flicker

electric pulses flaring

sensitivity

to a single caress

becoming lost

in the truth of each other.

Sated

silent

quiet caress

bodies in the dark

holding close

warm love

cuddles in the stars.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

8 thoughts on “Cuddles”

  4. “the flames of consumption” — very well said, I think. The poem was quite enjoyable.

    It might (or might not) interest you that, the thing I would often miss after my last divorce was the cuddling. Never thought of myself as a cuddler, but I sure did miss it now and then.

    Thanks for a good post!

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