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rolls
by Morgan D Hafeletracers fill my vision -and
each touch tingles
dancing across my skin
begging for more
and menthols
send chills into my lungs
shivering through my
mind wandering aimlessly
still bouncing around under
basslines kissing my body
and words echo
nibbling gentley from my lobes
to my drums beating softly
lowering me down
into her lap so her hands
can twist with my hair
underneath the flickering
black light... 11/24/2005 Author's Note: it was a good weekend... a rare occasion, but it's what i needed...
Posted on 11/25/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/25/05 at 05:21 PM Congrats Morgan...nice to see something good come your way, and ours too, with the resulting poem. :o) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/24/05 at 07:39 PM Sounds like. Great phrasing, your words brought back memories. I love it when that happens. Good stuff. |
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