Emily Dickinson,
Phil Z Clitzdaughter,
E.E. Cummings.
I touch myself.
You feel me.
Skin to skin,
Tongue to tongue.
It needs two to tango,
You grab me by the waist
I slightly bend forward,
What move is this,
Who dares to tell?
One leg up,
Curled around your hip,
I press you close to mine.
Eyes that gaze in a well
As deep as the desire.
What is this dance to me?
A flame that burns from inside out.
What is this flavour wire to you?
A land of lust and lost souls.
19/08/16
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