Saturday, November 19, 2011


A crowded room   
            conversations spilling out   
                        along with cleavage   
Eyes meet   
            smoldering glances from afar   
                        lashes lowered as blush spreads   
Tongue tickles upturned lips   
            in sensuous play   
                        bottom lip captured in a pout   
Maneuver clockwise   
            lean closer   
                        breath a whispered touch   
Here and gone   
            like smoke   
                        before the fire   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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