STEPPING CONFIDENTLY ONTO THE COLOR-SWIRLING DANCE FLOOR SO I CAN WRITHE ETHEREALLY AND SMOOTHLY LIKE IT SHOULD BE DONE, the HSR helps your “spinning with the technical excellence of an on-point, pirouetting, prima donna ballerina” smile, lay waste to the “duh-looking” competition!
A waitress appeared
From seemingly nowhere
And handed us
Tall drinks
With straws and umbrellas…
On my very first sip
I felt the rushing
Course slowly from
My head on down
Like a cloud’s moving shadow
Pulling a blanket
Over me…
Looking your way
The first thing I see
Is the
Waving white wisp
Of your satisfied smile…
I now feel
That the power of love
Is more powerful
Than the word powerful…
Is fully cooked
Crispy love
More healthy than
A slimy, drippy love?
Love is to be respected,
And sometimes feared…
Sometimes love scares me
When it goes infinitely farther
Than my limit
Could ever reach…
I look to the side
And see two lovers
Affectionately
Strolling up the beach
One of them
Has a hungry and naughty smile…
A warm seductive wind
Blows across my ear
I know it is your
Close inviting breath
Whose pleasure paralyzes me
My eyes see even more
Even though they are closed…
Love is putting me in
An addicted trance
And that drink
Has nothing to do with it…
I turn my head and
Now we’re eye to eye and
Our lips are almost touching
But we don’t kiss yet…
There’s plenty of time
Left in this moist adventure
With your playful and
Teasing smile
And the pre-setting sun
For us to…
TO BE CONTINUED…
May you have many…sure, I’m occupying my own space, but with
you here next to me, I feel magical…a smile and a kiss are inextricably-linked
cousins of the same mouth…waving your hands to one side with a slow hula dance
rhythm…smiles!
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