7.06.2010

Scene 317: Rum on Your Lips

The feel of a finger
so soft and serene,
like the night sky, gently blanketing
the world before bed
under sweet, wool sheets

The look of an eye
oh, amorous to be,
the sight beheld as an idol
resting gently on a pedestal
with its hands towards the floor

The smell of a nose
gently wafting skywards
as the seduction streams through
beating adrenaline
through fiery canals

The sound of an ear
so intently listening,
clinging on the scintillating note
that rocks slightly,
to the breath feeding two hearts

The taste of a tongue
lifting spirits to the red in cheeks,
flushing the soul and mind
in a spiral of suns that fiercely toasts,
to a world so ravished

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