Dance of Lovers
Michelle Prendergast Overcome by the heat, a sense of burning flesh Crimson apples flushed, feather stroke of breasts Withering within, parching of mouth Stark, bare, and exposed without fear Throbbing, inexplicable, pounding in chest Arise again towards light, beaming in eyes Rise to the surface for a bit to drink Surrender to a kiss, moist and sweet Stroking, pulling, massaging of skin Inexplicable fluster, both pleasure and pain Cooling, heavy breath, sighs of two lovers |