your mouth
a soft warm nest of words
and your lips are calling out to me.
it seems these days
all i want is to feel your soul
feel it dancing through your lips.
your hands
are smooth and massaging.
they run through my hair and my mind
i wish i could just place them on my face
and feel your figerprints
embed themselves on me.
it comes so easily to you.
6:31 pm - Wednesday, Sept. 18, 2002
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