Lilly's Lines
THE LILLY'S LINES
You lay down naked
I search you with my lips
I am hungry for
our sensual places
between your torso
and your thighs
whiter than any alabaster
so delicate and so thin.
I kiss you left
I kiss you right
I kiss you firmly
I kiss you softly
I lick you often
more, she sighed
always wanting
We deny tomorrow.
No scents and no perfume
yet I smell you strongly
and so sweet,
I will taste your sapid skin
and cherish your savor
our whispers are stirring
more, I sighed
always wanting.
poem by Clive Thompson
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