Monday, February 13, 2012

Dressed, Undressed, Caressed.

Words, such useless words.
Better the look, a hook,
Than the unfairly lamented word.
Intention, clothed in pretty flowers,
All glamed up in raucous riot.

I peel off, expose, lay bare,
Here, there, with you
Everywhere, a naked element
Of truth, of an open mind,
Smiling back, so very kind.

Touching you so deep within,
And stroking over tender skin.
I know your heart of grace,
Steadfast and glowing through your face,
Being the one most often chased.

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