Inhaling The Scent of Her Moving Skin By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I watched her dance.
Her lustful, chestnut hair coils
had me feverishly yearning to touch her.
I want to know her conscience;
know her footsteps.
We began to osculate.
Oh, in my mind but of course!
Passion is running; deep, deeper, deepest!
My legs,
shucks, how I cannot move.
I stand transfixed on your motion.
This trance,
this pace....
she moves quickly and smoothly
against the dance floor.
In my greed, I see her on a celestial canvas.
I dote her.
I watched her closely cavort among constellations, living in an azurite blue homeland.
She was surrounded by a crowd.
She closed her eyes,
and there, she was all alone.
Spin, spin. Turn, turn.
Her smile wore her,
like a gown of purity and freedom......
and
she bows.
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