the cloth fell over her hips
quite artistically
covering only her thighs
the rest open to me
she gazed at me with ardent eyes
her lips like berries red
inviting me to snuggle close
and join her in our bed
our hearts' whispering rose
and beat all the more
we kissed each other
drunkenly on the floor
dear sappho visited again
and left her calling number
on the table in my den
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
