She shushed her esses smooth and slow,
Turned first with shoulders, hips in flow,
Eyes half lit open -- or half lit closed?
Curled up a finger, said not to go.
She moved in strides, side to side,
Relaxed in mouth and neck and spine,
Cared not to show a care for time
And beckoned me with scent divine.
Monday, December 16, 2013
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