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By willtobe1 Date: 2006 Sep 30 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.30.14.47.22161]] |
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Back out on the porch in the balmy salt air With a laden wind lifting your still damp edged hair We stand at the rail looking somewhere out there Over white-capping seas lit by million-star skies And the pearl-silver glow of a moon soon to rise All reflecting in brightly anticipant eyes That I suddenly find are turned upward to mine And dancing, As if to the tune of a barely heard chime: "Now's the time now's the time now's the time now's the time..." But wait! This won't do! it's too plain and simple I need for this first kiss to be extra special! So come, Take my hand, and I'll lead you inside To the crackling fire and a soft blanket pile Kneel down on the floor, palms to front, facing me Close your eyes and we'll get just as close as can be Without touching! Held apart by force! Can we feel without touch? Close our eyes but still see? Let the world fall away now lift us drifting in space Let's be nothing but us now mind to mind, face to face We're both ends of a magnet In suspended attraction; in separate union Like a moon and a planet Or like empty bookends at imperfect attention Weaving and wavering and savoring the tension Of bodies that almost but then not quite meet And each near-miss quivers with tingles of heat And your breath shudders rhythmicly, surf-like on mine Humidly hinting a warm musky sweetness Thrilling my senses like fine subtle wine With its whisper of innermost intimate secrets That draws me in closer and closer until I can't stop myself, and our parted mouths meet Lightly at first, dry from breathing, yet firm Then softening, turning, to match curve to curve Then harder and wetter and slicker and faster As the giving-in gains the more dominant power And quicker than flickers of flame races outward Consuming like paper the forces that part us While attractions we felt all along that remain Suck us into each other like great curling waves... Waves that start out as ripples on separate shores Waves that swell with the need to achieve Something More Waves that crest every dam for just one moment's sake arching higher with heightening anticipation Waves that find and combine headlong forces and break Into thousands of sky-flung, moon-shimmered sensations And collapse then in undulant, up-heaving wakes |