Slowly Sip

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I kiss her neck,
turn her cheek
a faint shade of red.

She drinks
to my emotions;
pours another glass.

Past my glossy blue eyes,
she licks her lips;
tastes alcohol on her tongue.

I’ll sit, enamor her buzzed beauty,
until she needs me later
dazed and confused,
in need of a hand to hold home.

Sway

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The way her off-white dress bottom dances
in a windstorm freezes my pass-by.

Both wind and her dress agree to hold hands.
They intertwine at different speeds,
exchange dips on the dance floor,
toss, turn, swirl around to the rhythm,
up until the wind passes on through;

the storm passes, sun peeks out, the next song resumes
her dress dances no more. My day goes back to ordinary.

Body Paint

 

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Credit: Matthew Scherfenberg

I dip my finger into a coat of light blue,
color you like an April spring sky;
kiss your cheeks softly, turn them into
a faint shade of pink, the same
shaded color on your lips.

Following the curves of your body
down to the floor, I slowly stroke
a color of red-orange along your thighs,

and before we finish, I sit back and stare
at my fine artwork. I wash my canvas off in water,
watch the running colors puddle beneath you
as I admire your untouched immaculate beauty