
she likes a dry kiss
more friction that way
small pulls of stuck lips
and darted licks
to moisten
always parted
warm shallows
just a brush
a rub
wide sweeps that narrow
tighter still
till
the focus is
a point
merely
a touch
directly over
the bow of Cupid
and only then
will she agree
to silky
wet glissando
© Chagall, 2013
It’s Saturday nite, so have a blast. Tomorrow gives thanks for life.
