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Dew

By Chris - Posted on August 21st, 2008
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Pale lips flutter alight,
Mouthing phantom praise, saxophone coos.

A hovering tease -- breath vaporizes against
salty sheen skin.
Under slow nuzzled caresses, trailed fingers,
and an incandescent tongue,
Taut flesh swells and becomes flush.
Arching the back to be closer met by touch.

Touch: soft, gentle scrape of nails on chest;
The touching of the mouth to the nape;
It lingers and explores, head falls back,
And the stomach tenses.
Wonderful mouth! Wonderful intimate kiss!
Arms firm around curving flair;
Pulling closer in embrace, opening under assurance,
Gasping breath love, moving
Slowly together.

A crescendo of response, up like
Tides under the moon.
Kettledrum pulse, sudden resurgence like

The wing beat of a startled dove.
Slick musty brine inhaled,
Saturating the lungs.

Minds detour into mazes as eyes close;
Mouths search. Skin meets, its contact
Fosters the need to devour
Swallow
Absorb --
To break the physical and meet the
Need.


©1989 chris abraham

Flesh

By Chris - Posted on August 21st, 2008
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The flesh hung from supple
Cords, taut and handy,
Brown and luxurious.
Molded of wet clay,
Glistening and heavy, pressed
By gravity onto textured chairs.
I felt the compulsory
Touch of thickly rolled
Thighs against me.
The glint of the onyx eyes
From under lashes and hair
Signaled something like the
Bittersweet tin of semen.

Hair bobbed and framing her
Eyes like the flaps of a tee-pee.

Her lips are soft, full, and round and
Press softly into crevices and trace
Hills and valleys leaving waxy trails of
Lipstick and the texture of her lips
Like fingerprints Identifying the
Writer of the letters

I noticed the silver tin wrapper of
The Lifestyles condom you hid in
Your transparent Armani handbag.

I sat there supposing
That the foil would
Open for my use-- its
Silken present my
restraint.


©1993 chris abraham

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