Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Follow me... (Thought series.)... Prose poem
Faces smiling
Palms sweaty
Cheek to cheek
Aromatic scent of Channel No. 5 perfume entices my mind
Your body followed mine in a slow rhythmic movement
Thighs rub
Hips gently gyrate in the darkness
Be smooth enters my mind
Follow his every step emerge in yours
Platonic foreplay comes to an end too soon
As our first slow dance ends......
(c)1ManView
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