Second of last night's troika. This is suggestive rathet than explicit
I slide up to you
touching you
in places that I should not.
I back away; I have crossed
the line.
"I am sorry…” I start to say.
But you
touch back
knowing that
the line
has been crossed,
redraw the boundaries.
With hand and tongue
you guide me,
lead me,
to touch you
deeply and completely.
Opening to me
a timeless place, and
placeless time
where we should not go.’
yet swept upon the
rising tide
of passion’s ocean
helpless and hapless
we sally ...
Well, now, John, melt my monitor, why don't you? Passion flows in every word...and now I'm going to have to go take a cold shower! :) Why? Because you crossed the line--into hot, hot territory! LOL WELL DONE!
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka