Tony Bush Poet Verse

Touch Quartet 1: Touch Sensitive

Smoothed curves, contours
of the surface flesh;
oil anointed, breathing pores,
  pliant, yielding skin.
Vapid perfumed air
infused with fire and spice;
inhaled scents of ecstasy,
  incense drunken in.
Bathed supple body held
in practice of the hands;
drifted sensual rush
  stirring nerve echoes.
Uncoiled ache of bone
cured by skilled magic;
touch sensitive desires
  whisper pulses slow.
Sweet breath of the muse,
unspoken, moist and warm;
hands of healing play,
  stroked upon the face.
Tasted trace of sweat,
beading on the lips;
nothing dares intrude
  on such contact...such embrace.

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