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Stolen Moments
when the fingertips
touch each others for the first time
sublime
and there's an unexplainable,
inexplicable tingling all over
that itch you can't scratch....you remember that?
lips touching
gently, eagerly
for the first time
of many times to cum
and our eyes are closed
yet there is a
bright blue spark,
like the argon flash
of a bolt of lightning-
perhaps it should be frightening.......
…...but it's not
lost inside our night moves
and our bodies are burning hot
those deeply erogenous zones
begin to click on
feelings, smells, whispers and moans
synapses begin to break
and the body begins
to swoon and quake
gyrate.....hips begin to
slither and move
like a long, black snake
longing
to be manipulated,
titillated,
played with,
stroked by feverish hands
times beginning, woman and man
and all your inhibitions
have become uncovered,
unencumbered and your
fruit is oh so …..ripe
for the picking
and the pricking,
sticking the key
inside the door
to delicious
intimate
giving
reminiscing
by candlelight
sipping fine wine
drifting on
a momentous “Time out of Mind”
fond remembrance
of the autumnal memories of our “Stolen Moments.....”
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