By Gala
Date: 1 November 2000
Sweet The Sound
Sweet the sound
of a hot jazz lick
honey in my ear
sugar in my soul
like your words
when they fall in the well
and make small splashes,
silent ripples.
Sweet the hearing
your voice
calling me
saying my name
like it was food for a starving man,
and oh...I love to hear your need.
You listen for my voice---
wait for that first ragged tone
behind the laughter
to tell you
that I felt your touch,
the warm hand slipped
beneath my sweater
soft
playful
insistent
teasing my flesh
as you come behind me,
pull me close
and whisper in my ear
that you want me.
Oh sweet the sound,
sweet my tones
as you take my breath
in your strong hands
and warn my lips
that they will know no mercy.
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