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By willtobe1 Date: 2003 Mar 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.28.14.39.30000]] |
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But wait! This won't do, it's too plain and simple I need for this first kiss to be extra special! So come on, Take my hand, and I'll lead you inside To the crackling fire and a soft blanket pile And I'll show you a game that I've wanted to try: Kneel down on the floor, palms to front, facing me Close your eyes and we'll get just as close as can be Without touching! Held apart by force! Can we feel without touch? Close our eyes but still see? Let the world fall away now lift us drifting in space Let's be nothing but us now mind to mind, face to face We're both ends of a magnet In suspended attraction; in separate union Like a moon and a planet Or like empty bookends at imperfect attention Weaving and wavering and savoring the tension Of bodies that almost but then not quite meet And each near-miss quivers with tingles of heat As your breath shudders rhythmicly, surf-like on mine Humidly hinting a warm musky sweetness Thrilling my senses like fine subtle wine With its whisper of innermost intimate secrets That draws me in closer and closer until I can't stop myself, and our parted mouths meet Lightly at first, dry from breathing, yet firm Then softening, turning, to match curve to curve Then harder and wetter and slicker and faster As the giving-in gains the more dominant power And quicker than flickers of flames races outward Consuming like paper the forces that part us While attractions we felt all along that remain Suck us into each other like great surging waves: Waves that start out as ripples on separate shores Waves that swell with the need to achieve Something More Waves that crest every dam for just one moment's sake arching higher with heightening anticipation Waves that find and combine headlong forces and break Into thousands of sky-flung, moon-shimmered sensations And collapse then in undulant, up-heaving wakes Shifting, uplifting real dreams, right or wrong Sending wave after wave, waking song upon song Blending bright Looks and Feelings Going on, on and on... |