The way he passed slow -his hands - over her fleshy romance,
It glided across infinite, in the time he swept from her neck-to-shoulder;

Danced a play - in their imagination; a romance in plain sight – for full
view of the entire coffee-hut; (you know which one); they played, and
whispered small hints of powdered sugar; ecstasy; pouring into each others cup.

Filled with pride; mistaken views have taken perspective to show-boat romantics;
Although his grip - pressed fingers so tight into her waist; she quivered,
ever-so-slightly – in a way that caressed the music of Sade playing in the wake.

She lay there in his lap as some child-free; an avenue of real freedom;
passing her into immortal remembrance; a time when full-abandon,
felt so good to share; brought her scent back - when she was his.

03/10/2010

Posted on 03/10/2010
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