i drink the wine that flows from your mouth
and you purr -
a smoky caress of heat that covers me,
fills me.
we become silhouettes
as the light fades into deep shadows.
i can't see your smiles, but
my fingers absorb them
as i trace your name across the contours of your chest,
gliding over the sweat we've created. and shared.
vowels tangle in your aureoles
and you bubble over in contralto sighs
and giggles;
your nails strafe me, lightly, slowly,
drawing liquid sparks.
and we begin, again.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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