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By B.K. Date: 2003 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.14.07.10.32571]] |
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Singing the blues for you Aching for the sound of your voice As it whispers in my ear Thoughts slipping into pores of my skin Leave me burning for Your hands sliding down my back Tracing my body, taking my breath Lips as they glide over tops of my shoulders Moving slowly down, down With every touch, every kiss of tongue Excitement grows as we surrender to one another Belly button dancers you and I Hiding under many layers Peeling them away one at a time Till the dance erupts in erotic undulating screams The air is filled with exotic rare perfume 02-18-01 ©bk2001 |