Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
With briefest brush of lips upon my tender cheekCool fingers trace a path down to my racing pulse I know your true intent, the hot release you seekWith a silver touch creating your desired results
For the stars they are prisoners in your eyes While luscious lips hold me a captive Our dancing shadows in gold candlelight In your warm arms, I am enraptured
Where this river takes me is the place I will linger among the weeping willows and the kudzu vines whiling away precious hours, savoring fleeting time
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