October 12, 2004

• I had posted this quite some time ago on my main blog site,
  but it is a poem, so I’ll put it here.

  IF YOU SPILL A DROP

  When you drink your nightcap,
  Roll it around on your tongue in your mouth …
  it’ll be me.

  If you spill a drop,
  when you wipe it up,
  be caressing it off of my body…

  Take a sip, close your eyes,
  lean back and think of lying with me,
  …holding me,
  sharing some of it with me in a kiss …

  …tasting it on my lips and tongue while yours dances
   teasingly, hungrily, with mine …

  …Then trailing it
  down my chin and arched neck …

  … noticing my pulse beating rapidly in response…

  … proceeding down to my collarbone,
   up the curve of my breast…

  …your fingers and hands
  joining the exploration as you go … lower…

  still lower… eliciting moans from me…

  and then listen to me gasp,
  losing my breath when your mouth arrives … there …

  and I get completely lost.

  And even though it can never happen…
  Tell me again how you would kiss me…

  and then kiss me again.

  © drc 12/2002

  • 12:54 pm
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