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Brush
by Deanna M GritsonisMy lips light with your finger tip
kiss me softly
the moon lights the outline of our body
we press
move
explore
tingling my everything
i am entranced by you
the ache of passion
05/12/2006 Author's Note: its not done but i had to put it out there
Posted on 05/12/2006
Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/12/06 at 03:43 PM Where is the pain of passion? There is only gentleness here, only softness as though it were a first time exploration on the physical plane.
It's the soft prelude to the passionate symphony that will inevitably follow. Nice.
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