You fed me with your hands
I smiled
Looked deep into your eyes, ate
and sucked your fingers instead
The crowds oblivious
A sweet cover
My lover
It was innocent
Disguised
Legs under the table
Entwined
The food was good
No. Lovely
The taste of your fingers exquisite
The prints etched on my mind
Forever . . .
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3 comments:
oh! I read this after I read your first piece of brilliance! so it seems you are trying to put an end to dis ease. Great!
By the way the food or finger seems to have left a very good taste in your mouth ;-) keep biting and byting!
Nice...very nice and sad too
sometimes special moments have a way of getting engrained on our hearts ... minds ... souls, and remain with us forever ... in the form of beautiful patterns on the Sands of time! Atleast we are lucky that it happened ...right? It is better to have loved and lost ... than to have never loved ... at all!!!!
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