A Bad Case of Loving You
(Doctor Doctor)
Sticky out, the suffocating
heat encases
your dusky desert
clinic, shadows fall
across our
faces as the door sighs shut
upon a cool
room open wide with chance.
A fragrance perhaps
of apple blossoms,
petalled white, edgy mottled crimson mist
beads throng
close in kissed communion.
Stomach knots
with your perfume drunk,
a scent of
sensing; spins us provocative,
spray my palms
in evaporating incense,
you turn my hands
in yours with shy smile,
apply sweet
lotions of nothing innocent.
Sly droplets slip
from powdered pores,
dripping
without upon within, on skin,
sweet fabric
clings your curves together,
transluce, graceful expose deep silhouette,
quickening hidden
glances cleave our eyes.
A lock of silk
hair strays from the fold
of scarf
loose bound, now fails to hold
tresses as
you bend, dressing the couch,
stroking it
out, placing pillows, caress
unruly
plastic sheets, heavy shapes fall
forwards,
pushing against flimsy dress,
as you coyly beckon,
I can hear my breath.
You mutter
nothings as hands push flesh,
half choked
laughs from pounding hearts,
feel lingered
fingers softly tremble there,
pull up on my shirt,
push down on my belt,
faint peep my curled
wisps, so very close,
could brush
with love your nimble touch:
hard aches to
free itself from clotted cloth
and leap the
long jump. Secret in smiles
play with all;
heaving within silk chemise,
breasts bashful bound in wicked tease,
above my parched
lips. You bid me to dress,
one hand pulling
me off the couch’s rest.
We sip our coffee
in quiet contemplation,
of coming consummation,
wide door open,
blossoms our
desert in promises unspoken.
Amused❤️ more power! 💪🙏
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