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« Imagination Come Dance With Reason And Let The Music Begin | Poetry and Stories | Impulse »April 17, 2005
Impasse
You swing your hips sensuously
And a gleam shimmers in your eyes
I lick my top lip longingly
Envisioning you in my thighs.
My nipples are next to arrive
As pulse and mind both rudely race
While you put flirt into overdrive
Having need of a quicker pace.
Stopping one step from candid speech,
For yours is a feminine fire,
You dance around my chastity.
As I scurry out of your reach,
In spite of my real desire,
Which kills all opportunity.
Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 08:20 PM