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
Wow, very sexy! Cindy Rellin (Austin TX) friend of Ann and Derek. xo.
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Thanks so much Cindy.
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