Friday, January 5, 2007

1-7-07: Kiss

There is a time for us.

There is a time for us.

Fingers making dimples on skin

naked backs, beginning sin

Our bodies are lines, we do converge

to the sweetest place

a breathless space.

You sigh and tremble.

I use my mouth to hunt your grin

and close my eyes against the spin.

I love the way it makes us race.

We find new skin and curves to trace.

On dance floors, bedrooms, a front porch,

heat enough to start a torch

This is what I think of, wherever she might sit…

soft small lips

athletic hips

It's not a thing I'm ashamed to admit.


pokerspice said...

Love it! I could picture it perfectly!

Just Expressing Myself said...

I like your poem.
It has substance.
I also could picture it perfectly.
Take care,

Michelle said...

Dance floors are my personal favorite. I loved your poem.

Inconsequential said...

Cool poem

'beginning sin'


Janie Hickok Siess, Esq. said...

Very clever.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Beginning sin....

GoGo said...

Nice job. I'm interested in reading more.