Slow Hands Can'T Rest
Slow hands can't rest
stripped down anticipation
still holding intoxication
dripped from sweet lips
Words whipped with lemon tips
free float in wayward winds
fingers grasped gentlly touched
a zestful reprise entwined
Moved with the morning dew
falling deeper into you
awaiting a pleasing glimpse
a kiss carressed sips leveling
every part of a misted me
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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