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8.10.2004
Rhythm
An innocent meeting of eyes
turns sinful as fingertips
touch fingertips;
lips part and pulses
race
Nothing but the sound of our breathing
A hand reaches for a
misbehaving wisp of hair
It lingers on the cheek like
an old lover lingers at the door
before entering
to keep us company
Lips join a neglected cheek
eyelashes kiss longing skin
finally, finally remembered
fingertips trace the outline
of a quivering mouth
on a cold night
A kiss speads from cheek
to hair, to ear, to neck
little tortures of love
until at last the lips meet
like old lovers, reunited
warmed only by your touch
©k.l.d.
Posted at 1:57:10 am by TheKaren
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