Lovers’ Tango

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    Lovers’ Tango

    Butterfly kisses

    on the back

    of my neck

    Fingers tracing

    lines in a

    gentle caress

    A hand playfully

    cupping the swell

    of my breast

    A tingle

    A shiver

    as I respond

    to the heat

    of your whispering

    breath.

    I feel as though

    I am melting

    as you pull me

    into your arms

    An embrace

    rough with desire

    made tender

    by your charms.

    “I love you”

    I hear you

    whisper

    as you nibble

    on the lobe

    of my ear;

    “I love you”

    I coarsely whisper

    for only you

    to hear.

    I fall backwards

    onto the bed

    in response to your

    gentle shove

    My back arches

    slightly

    ready to receive

    your love.

    And so we begin…

     

    Copyright© KMS

    10.24.06

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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