Mental Confessions of Gentle Caressings


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Mental Confessions of Gentle Caressings

Soft thoughts, and softer skin.
What I want, and the breath within.
A gentle graze along your form.
A mental haze to leave me worn.
Firm plans to bring you round.
Firmer hands to rub you down.
Warm flesh, beneath my palms,
Born tests of keeping calm.
Sweet lips, for me to taste,
And a sweeter soul, a shame to waste.
Small talk, of who will lead,
Then turn of luck, I watch you leave.

-Andrew J. Golubiewski-

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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