Knuckles tilt a chin
Hands cup a face
In the crook of your elbow
A lover's embrace
The thrill of the crush
Breath shared and denied
Of nip and of tasting
On cheeks or on thighs
Agonizingly slow
Speak muted tomes
A whispered collective -
To have you at home
In the car
On the grass
Backed against harsh bark
It matters not where
But wait till it's dark
The honesty tale told in those lips meeting
Spark ignited elated
Helpless to the flow of feeling
Explosions of colour
Seen behind closed eyes
Fingers closely follow
With tentative sighs
A deepening
Ripening
Blossom full force
A gasp or a moan
Our breath coming coarse
Your balance distorted
With each blissful lash
The higher it takes you
The sweeter the crash.
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2003, Elspeth Grafton

