Slow Dance
Slow Dance
Love curves at the
sway of your back and
whispers songs,
shoulder soft
at my cheek.
Lips at my brow
as your scent thickens,
quickens within me,
knee to knee,
my right hand in your left.
One two three;
one two.
until only our
torsos dance.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
June 14, 2012
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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