Barefoot Waltz
Merge with me in a summer waltz,
our arms entwined, our fingers laced.
Your scented skin strokes my face,
tickles, prickles, excites, ignites;
barefoot we skim the clovered green.
The park surrenders, hides shy eyes;
when tender lips brush whispered kiss
where the sun softly beams blush bliss.
Faye Gibson
Copyright, August 29, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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