Diary of Desires By Ronald S Porter
Memory of hot summer nights
sweat and sweetness
naked flesh dripping
streets sounds from open window
passion cracked like a whip
and we...
danced to a different beating
of two hearts set afire
and, it was cool
first time we danced
we found....
matching rhythms
we moved across a dance floor
as if we were
one spirit in two bodies
or one body
with two congruent minds
and later,in the room
at the top of the stairs
on a gifted brass bed,
just as on the dance floor
we moved together
as if my flow was the only
one you'd known
and your body was my own
and sweet jazz music
played on the radio
while you made love to me
as if you were the one who wrote
the diary of my desires
Copyright © Ron Porter | Year Posted 2012
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