finger tips…
heat-seeking missiles
exploiting target-rich terrain
tongues… peanut butter salty sweet smooth
sex smell. sweat, sticky warm
an audience of two
falling backwards,
landing like pick up sticks
arms legs fingers toes interlocked
soft there
safe there
in amber chamber light
he catches her breath
she holds his hand
moaning laughing at the groaning
not afraid to find each others eyes
to look there, stay there
smile as a child and say
i love you
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here’s to love
Or is it supposed to be “here, here?” Your poem got me too rattled to remember. Great, great job!! Nice to know you and EJ aren’t behaving your selves.
I think we should dispense with the policy stuff entirely and shift to erotica.
us is going to suggest it to Hillary and Obama?
I’m not volunteering.
Where’s nocatz?
I nominate nocatz for this task.
Had to read through all of the comments before getting breathing back to normal!
And bullshit that was from memory… what, like a memory from 5 minutes ago?? Anyhow,
this was a wonderful Valentine gift to us all – thank you 😉
It would seem that sometimes there are more important things
to think about.
{{{{pf&ej}}}}
roy’s girlfriend is telling her side of it….
https://www.docudharma.com/show…
Give me a few more weeks and I think I’ll have something up that will level with this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…
they wouldn’t let me embed 🙁
not afraid to find each others eyes
to look there, stay there
smile as a child
Something for all to try with all, all the time.