First Contact
Slit luscious green eyes
Lips fire red with passion
Tongue too tight to break the ice
Atmosphere steaming with tension
Fingertips tingle with anticipation
At the profile of her mountain peaks
Fragile aura – stirring perfumed lotion
Italian opera – when she speaks
I’m a hard rock from Oort
She said, I’m a flame from Venus
First time this side of the belt?
First contact - extreme - fire and smiles
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