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Late In The Evening (The Long Day Is Over......)
"Feeling tired
By the fire
The long day is over......."
Moving up the long row of steps
towards a solitary door
key in lock, I turn the knob
In dim solitude, turn right
and make my way down the long hallway
as I've done so many times before.......
......a long cast of light
I pushed past the crack
in the waiting portal,
as she lay back
deeply resting inside
the soft refrain of the pillowed toppings,
propped up upon a smile
basking in a golden, naked glow
("....whispers of a rumor in the southern part of town
feeling a certain rejuvenation, ready to go")
" The wind is gone
Asleep at dawn
The embers burn on"
Circumventing any notion
of a main course
navigating straightway towards a just desert
setting my attache upon the floor
Loosing my belt, pants falling down
hastily unbuttoning my shirt......
( ....she licks her lips in transparent approval )
I begin to savor and taste
every detail of her almost culinary
work of art
from a kiss upon her brow
her tender moans lead me to
the softness of her warm, wet lips
the tingling of my body,
transferred feelings of desire
through my fingertips
caressing,
massaging,
stirring heated embers
that spread legs, thighs
and what to my surprise
erotic, wet rivers begin to form
before my eyes
"My toes just hit the water......"
( .....and I grow hungrier still)
digging deep into her creamy pudding
with a very ample spoon
quickly reaching all the way
to the bottom
Hand to mouth
a so, so sensual euphoria
so fast, so soon.....
( a scene so reminiscent of toddlers sharing their first birthday cake)
our lust scattered
all
over
the
bed
"....With no reprise
The sun will rise
The long day is over"
* ("The Long Day Is Over "-JESSE HARRIS, NORAH JONES )
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