LIPS

I trace her lips with my fingers

The sky of her meets the earth of me

Then the soft drift of her stare

brings on the night

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And my earth let the tremble rise up

with the soft conjunction of skin to skin

Of finger tips to wanting lips

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A slow, ease of motion in one  heart shaped line

That needs, wants to feel lips to lips

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We kiss

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The tenderness finds the race of the heart

In slow persistence we find our way

of how the tongue scribes the hunger

and the body yields as one

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Desire’s moments pulsing flesh to flesh

Melting the two to one as lips become fingers

That trace the curves and shallows.

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Making moist the place of want

How  together sets us free

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We  kiss