A Lonely Foreplay
“A lonely Foreplay”
Sliding a glass of wine on my lips, thirst I cling,
The warm sheets wrap me wandering,
My skin of pearly porcelain,
Longing to be mold, unfold, be hold.
I was left waiting for some rage, profound
Intoxicating, seductively calling your name.
My night became a riddle from longing,
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion, of sweet soothing notion.
A touch of a gentle relentless
Warmed me, eased the aching breathe in me.
Kiss my endearing eyes from afar,
then I’ll fall back into realm of counting sheep.
-km
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