By B.K.
Date: 2003 Apr 01
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Go Slow

The silk of my fingers
Slide across your mouth
Up both sides of your face
Across your forehead
Slowly stroking your neck
Then the muscled skin
Straight down the center
Of your chest
While my hands
Glide your body
Passion pulses
For treasures
Yet to be known
While my lips paste and glue
To your mouth and tongue
So expressively
The sounds of silence
Are broken by sighs and moans
That are not yours just yet
But my very own