By B.K.
Date: 18 February 2001
Belly Button Blues
Singing the blues for you,
aching for the sound of your
voice, as it whispers in my ear.
Thoughts that slip into the pores
of my skin, leave me burning for you
Your hands sliding down my back,
tracing my body, taking my breath.
Lips, as they glide over the tops
of my shoulders, moving, slowly
down, down. With every touch, every
kiss of tongue, excitement grows.
as we surrender to one another.
Belly button dancers you and I,
hiding under many layers, peeling
them away one at a time, till the dance
erupts in erotic undulating screams,
and the air is filled with exotic perfume.
bk
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