Picture Me Tonight

Posted: July 25, 2014 in Poetry
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Sweep me off my feet

I may let you inside

what seems rather to delight

is the wild abandon of desire.

Can you picture me,

a glass of wine, with ice

cubes melting in my fingertips

as I trace the outline of my breasts

while your words drive me further

toward desire’s centerpiece.

Can you imagine

we together

doing everything we try alone

finding the right rhythm

a perfect spread of passion

in each touch, each smile,

every time I think of you,

I look inside your eyes

only elegance, and a genuine

delight in accentuating

our sensuality.

From my arena to yours

let me polish you while

I guide you freely inside.

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