Tango
From my lips sweet words spill forth
Unto your reddened, velvet tongue.
Honeysuckle they would speak,
But that they perish in their infancy
As tactile sensations mesh.
No mourning succeeds to dampen
An ignited passion in such a state -
Savor the fleeting moment:
Venus and Mars’ union in celestial paradise.
With velvet against velveteen,
There is no friction,
Only completion.
Into eternity lead me,
With Cupid’s cherub gaze,
To a satiated cove of desire.
(SEPTEMBER 17)
Copyright © Sheridan Spence | Year Posted 2015
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