Of Bedroom Love Tales .

 
 
Scarlet locks, pour over shoulders  
reaching the wooden floor  
She drops the  
white tight satin  
Leaving hungry eyes  
beholden  
on a flawlessly fashioned  
figurine  
 
Elevated hands  
beg to be touched  
Lips locked  
Embraced  
in the revelation of  
seventh heaven  
 
Knotted limbs  
seize each other  
Grasps get tighter  
Breathing leads the pulse  
Steps get heavier  
Her lips hold  
our mouths  
together  
 
We’ll dance like  
siamese twins  
un-separated  
to the last  
twirl and whirl  
 
A breath  
drops me  
 
to the  
floor  
 
 
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