Tuesday, August 4, 2009

First

Ever since she said yes
She knew it was inevitable
Each time he looked at her
Her lips burned with eagerness

Why did he not make his move
A peck on the forehead in morning
Then on the cheek to say goodnight
Go lower she silently pleaded, end this torture

Tonight was different
Close your eyes he said, I have a surprise
As her lids shut slowly
She caught a glimpse of his flamed pupil

Soft and moist, he cushioned his lips
And tingly thrills run down her spine
The slow evasion of his tongue
The reflexes of the tango it danced

Heavy eyed
As she drunk of him
She swore
Nothing else existed

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