February 14, 2018

Love After

Love After

Looking at me slit-eyed
half smiled lips just parted;
sweaty perfume-scented tastes
burning this night into shivering memory;
the texture of your nipples
a soft imprint on my tongue still;
slowly filling back up with air
with quick pants,
your smooth thigh across mine,
unruly hair tossed on my neck,
and I accept the invitation of your lips
to again search your mouth
for meaning
and your body for moisture

M. D. Harris
c. 2013

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