May 16, 2025
More in Old Poetry from DMV How Does One Explain
Sparks tickle
Cold flesh
Grows warm
Your gaze travels
Begins eye to eye
Silent communication
Your devotion
Before you move on
To fleshier pasture
A gaze suckles
Pert nipples
And then brushes
Against my thigh
Passion explodes
Humidity
Without contact
Your gaze penetrates
Hot skin
Bone and blood and fat
Gives strength
To a beating heart
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