By Gala
Date: 17 January 2001
Kissing After Midnight
The phone rings
and your sleepy voice
hungry for one last good night kiss
curls around me like woodsmoke
stroking me gently as if your hands
had not softly roamed over my skin
just two hours ago.
My lips feel the firm pressure,
my breasts go hot
and once again you are snug
held tight to willing thighs
that arch and roll and press
and oh kiss me once more
and I will race you to sleep
where your arms are waiting
to catch me near,
and those sweet drugging kisses
last for hours
so that when I wake
I can still feel the imprint
of your mouth on me,
your touch a sparklers ghost trail on my skin.
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