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Poetry in Motion
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PASSIONS My pen glides across the paper
As a silky caress my fingers
Whisper tiny songs to your skin.
Ink flows warmly from my pen as
I flow into and onto you
Your hair cascading around us
Gently trapping the heat of our thoughts
Our bodies lost to the rhythm
Of rocking and riding the wave
Poetry in motion,
The hot, heady, sweaty smell
Hangs pungent
In the air, in my hair,
In the sheets as we sleep,
Silent and sated,
Spooning in threes as the trees
Shake gently their branches in dances
As they whisper in wonder
At the wind.
