A shadow traverses your landscape.
My fingers will follow that shadow
Until they hover above the hillside of your breast.

Your lips –
Clouds glowing in the dusk .
My lips –
Rain falling from your clouds
Until day breaks to part them all again.

A tremble is felt in your heart
held in the earth below.
My ground responds in earnest.
The feeling will surge through us
As if we’ve been holding our breath
Until we’ve broken the surface.

In-

Out-

In-

Out-

 
Face to face,
So close you can feel each pulse.
Arms over shoulders,
So close I can feel you expand and contract.
Legs over torso,
So close I can hear you say, ‘almost’.

Your body’s warmth
like a sun
Dissolves my senses.
Synesthesia makes me pensive.
What land of yours
would you have me feel now?

I listen to your ambient hum of your touch.
Taste from the brook of your happiness.
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Angela applied her makeup and smiled as she ran the pink lipstick across her lips. She wore red for years before Paul told her that pink made her look so much younger. She stayed with pink ever since. She wiggled herself into a sexy white sleeveless dress that hugged every curve. The hem fell five inches below the knee and showed no cleavage. The cut of the dress and her pushup bra did anything but hide her breasts, cleavage wasn’t needed. She chose a black pearl necklace and matching earrings to compliment her black leather pumps. She covered it all with a green double-breasted trench coat that tied at the waist. Her strawberry red French beret made the whole thing pop.

Angela looked in the mirror and said to herself, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

She arrived at Piccolo’s at precisely eight o’clock. Punctuality was a big thing, with both her and her late husband. Mark knew this. He was already seated and had ordered a bottle of pinot noir, Angela’s favorite. Mark stood as she approached and said, “Wow, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look particularly ravishing tonight.” Read more »