Tulsa, OK, USA
The whispered soft of silky skin,
A brush, you glance then smile again,
I drink your scent, it's perfumed essence
As I draw you to my presence.
You touch my lips with feathered kiss
A soft and brushing dewlike mist
That moves me, fills me with such lust
A simple kiss that means so much.
Your soft lips part as they brush my neck,
Your breath warm against the soft flesh.
I feel your touch dance on my skin
As I yield to you once again.
At last together we have this chance
To once again join in the dance.
Once I was brilliant, now I no longer shine, but the twinkle in my eye speaks of another time.
[This message has been edited by RSEvans (edited 11-09-1999).]