Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Paths followed

My fingers follow paths
fashioned by beads of wine
as they plot a course down over you.

Do they know where they are going?

Or are they on a tempest to enjoy as
much of you as possible.

My fingers are so envious.

My lips jealous.

@

Monday, February 23, 2004

Excuse my eyes

Excuse my eyes as they search
the curves of your face.

Excuse my eyes as the venture
over each flowing line your lips accent.

Excuse my eyes as they enjoy this
sojourn they have undertaken,
in long, looking as your hair
falls over your cheeks in kiss like fashions.

Excuse my eyes as they crave too
know what a touch
upon this skin might spur.

Excuse my eyes for they
long to know the softness
that lays upon that face,
and under each eye.

Excuse my eyes while
they enjoy
just one kiss.

@

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