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By B.K. Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.15.15.1378]] |
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The silk of my fingers Slide across your mouth Up both sides of your face Across your forehead Slowly stroking your neck Then the muscled skin Straight down the center Of your chest While my hands Glide your body Passion pulses For treasures Yet to be known While my lips paste and glue To your mouth and tongue So expressively The sounds of silence Are broken by sighs and moans That are not yours just yet But my very own ©bk2003 |