Jul. 17th, 2007

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I shiver with a song you've left unsung.
Your eyes are dancing in the candlelight--
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

The bells that greet the evening hours have rung.
You words are trapped in courtesy, too polite;
I shiver with a song you've left unsung.

I am impatient, though the night is young;
a scent like longing promises delight,
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

One touch; you startle as if you've been stung:
a fledgling bird preparing to take flight.
I shiver with a song you've left unsung.

To your warm skin a honeyed taste has clung,
a silken sweetness begging me to bite--
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

A thousand whispered secrets are among
the many pleasures promised by this night.
I shiver with a song you've left unsung;
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

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Between skin and skin, the distance
is immeasurable, is infinite in each moment--
thick and rich like honey, viscous
with anticipation
in the spare moments, the eternal
and undying moments before
we touch.

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