Open Poetry #44 |
Panic |
pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
Eyes meet Lips touch Arms embrace Hands explore New places Pause. Hold on... Where were we? Ah, that's right. Eyes meet Lips touch Arms embrace Hands explore Now familliar places But wait: what if...? |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Now you have me waiting for the "what if". I like the pause and then the follow through. It makes the mind sort of visualize the intensity that must have come within that pause. |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
I'm guessing the hands were feeling that new persons shoulder blades, Right? Cute write, Oh if it gets past 1st base, move it to Mature content so we can enjoy a little voyerism. OOPs, Did I say that? Tracey. |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
this was,by no means, at all about first base. ...or second really...going a bit past third... |
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