SURFACES

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JOURNAL # 41

fingers and lips
purposefully skate
unhindered by
the lush progression of
sensuality which creates
the allure for soft surfaces
tactile tracings
entreat the thriving flesh
to pay much closer attention
to enticement's snare 
the gravitational pull
of attraction
lures the eyes
to drown in the streams of heat
that all too eager exploratory fingers
leave behind
utterly intoxicated
is such free flowing flowering wine
from which sight molten lovers
feverishly devour and imbibe
upon seemingly endless
scrumptious flesh
so enigmatically sweet
earthy and full bodied
a wine itself of meats
and flavors
dripping at moistened
appropriate intervals
seduction for further
erotic foray
so very feverishly
hungers find themselves
so saltily sated............
(Aug. 10, 2014 310pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by an old friend who was making me laugh the other day by telling me his lips loved surfaces. I just found the way he expressed such a notion quite intriguing and I knew a poem would come of that conversation and confession and that it did. Enjoy!

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