- after Sappho
I
The sound of silk
sliding softly
off your skin:
simply sublime
alliteration.
II
Rest your legs
on my shoulders,
Love;
let us begin
a deep
conversation.
III
The pressure
of your hands
on the small
of my back
urges me
to speak faster.
IV
Let me
kiss you
until we
dissolve
and blend.
V
Where do you go
in that moment
when you disappear?
- mce
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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That is HOT very HOT!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHot, yes - though if you listen closely, I think this is a poem more about love than lust.(but what do I know?)
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