obliquewordsmith's poetry
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Anticipation
In the dining room doorway we stand,
Your back pressed against me firmly
As my arms wrap themselves softly
Around you, kissing your open neck,
Accepting proffered lips with delight;
I’m tempted to allow hands to stray,
Over breasts, denim, between thighs,
But I stay my desire for you, pressing
Kisses against your delicious skin instead
As you press hard against me, smiling
At the feel of undisguised attraction.
And your hand wanders beneath the
Looseness of my shirt, taking strolling
Fingertips over my skin, suggesting
You’ll take that little beltway path,
But with a kiss and a giggle you turn
Smiling from caresses to leave richness
Of anticipation to seep through hours.
Let me know what you think!
Tue, 18th May, 2010
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