all
the style of your smile
and
your laughter without guile
layers
longing within the lines
where
i am lyrically inclined
to
unfasten all the laces
liberating
all your graces
for
the freedom of my fingers
living
in a lasting linger
and
when they leave my lips replace
where
my fingers softly traced
and
end their journey on your lips
and
with a sigh i slowly slip
inside
of you attending to
the
places that my fingers knew
with
hands that roam without protest
and
end their journey on your breasts
which
i treasure in the pleasure
of
ecstasy without measure
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