Cloths Contact

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The shift showed

The  rise

Of cloths

Contact on the thigh

Smoldering heat begin
Before her 

Demure grin

Not lost
The glass is raised

Simmering soft
She speaks
Of F. Scott

As the windows 

Of her eyes
Of her soul

Of her pressing close
Open
In the slow rise

Slow reveal

While
Circling finger

Reflecting

Circled truss

Of hair
That gently falls
Waiting
Calling
For 

Whatever 

Comes
Next

Whatever
Whenever

As long
As its now

They say

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They say
Che
Read Lorca
Bound for Bolivia
With
Illiuminated twilight
In the orange yellow glow
Dancing shadows
Shifting hidden
And reveal
Of a lantern
Or candle
Whatever might be
For this revolutionary
On the run
Forever
Chasing
The sun
's shine on
Elusive victory
Just out of reach
Light
In a world of shadow
The real
Secluding itself
Behind the degrading
Comforting
Ensnaring
Facade of fiction
Or maybe
It was the maddening memorized press
Of her dress
Orange yellow
And her
Two steps back
In the lantern's dying light
One wonders
Would he watch
As dawn turned to day
Or close his eyes
So
For a moment
He could live again

Pause of thought

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She softly smoldered
As she
Meditated on the decision
             so many
As she knew
Nobody could fill
The void save
He for the moment
And pause of thought

        And in the pause
             She longed to remain forever

The flamenco

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The flamenco
Begins with
The warmth
Of her hand
Escaping
Slowly
Softly
Pulling away
Yet
It lingered
Longing
To return
To the seduction
The fleeting friction
Cascading desire
Born
Of press
The soft
Slow
Move
All part of a dance
Born from
Th0e burning touch
Forever denying
Her hand
Twisting
Lightly movi
Out of touch
Waiting
Longing his pursuit
Though
She would deny
Possibly
Knowing
He would see
The shifting
Beckoning
Move of her hips
Hide
Behind the caressing cotton clinging
To a dipping line
Waiting to seduce
For his pursuit
Stamping heels
Clapping of hands
To call
As she
Pulled
Hesitating
From my hand
Did she think I
didn't see
The weight
The crushing
Sadness of her eyes
Did she think I didn't see
As she turned
Her heels slow cobblestone click
My hand
Was only waiting
For the pause
For her return
Back to the warmth
Of the killing embrace
That pulled her
To me
So
I
Press around her hip
Waiting
For her next silken slide

The slow twist

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The slow twist
began

Her tanned skin
Light cinnamon
Kissed
Mingled
Captured rays
And the heat
of a dying sun

Her mane
Cascaded
Down
To frame
Half opened mirrors
Reflecting
Her heat
Without shame

Her foot slowly twisted
Back
And forth
Round
And round
Knowing
Waiting

All the while
A
Sly smile
Knowing
Longing
Waiting
For my approach
For the fire
To erupt
As she smiled
Beckoning

Finger brought
Between
Pursed lips
So red
So full
Wanting only
To capitulate
To the burning touch
Of his Kiss
Just as smoldering
Lacking only
The breath of life
To be consumed

All as
The slow twist continued

Like a bird

Like a bird
Longing
Forever for the sky
Yet afraid to
Leave
The nest
I hope that she
Chooses
To bloom
Before the sun
Passes her by
Tired of waiting

She lost herself

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She lost
Herself
Thoughtless
Eyes closed
As she surrendered
To
Her desire building
For so long
Longing
For release
As she flet
His kiss
Rise
Soft
Stong
Along
Her desires
Passion

She lost
Herself
In movements
Longing
Bucking
Pressing
Up
Down
As his kiss
Became
Devouring
As

She lost
Herself
Drunk with desire
The fire building
His touch
Exploration
Across
The supple
The tight
So
Firm
So
Right
In the
Smooth
Inviting
Longing
Shot electric
Through
His fingertips
His kiss
As the two
Consumed
One
To the other
Secluded in the safety
Of the other
And in the fusion
She lost herself
In the other
And in so
Found herself
In
The other