By B.K.
Date: 2008 Oct 09
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Sit close to me
So that while your tongue
Slips within your mouth
My lips will tingle
Don’t touch me
Let me hunger with every glance
Every nuance
Every muscle flexed
There has to be a next
With eyes
A yes
And more
Sensuality will soar
Like flower buds
In urgency of spring
Then My Darlin
Like an erotic Georgia O’Keeffe
Come close and touch the blossoming