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Click hereThe breeze coming softly from the sea
billows gauze curtains against my thigh
as I lie watching her on the balcony
delight in the dying sun’s rays.
Slowly she turns, catches my eye, and
gracefully unhooks her bikini top,
letting it fall to concrete floor.
Excited, knowing she might be seen,
she pauses briefly before joining me.
Rising from recline, I meet her at the sliding door,
take her into my arms, drawing deep, deliberate breath.
A flowery scent and a fragrance hers alone
flood my olfactories.
My tongue caresses her lips; the taste of peach
registers slowly in my mind.
Our fingers intertwine, she takes my hand to her soft breast,
and our fingers tease her nipples;
little bumps, rise like Braille dots to be read by fingertips.
Suddenly, the shrill-toned telephone
shatters the mood like a china teacup falling on tile floor.
Your Poem was mentioned on the thread
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thanks for the journey
Such wonderful sensual imagery. I especially loved this part,
"little bumps, rise like Braille dots to be read by fingertips." Also liked the addition of the intrusive interruption at the end.
great images. Love "like a china teacup falling on tile floor."