Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


12 January 2014



Softly fingertips glide across your face,

brush back your hair, and pause, it’s not a race.


From ear, to neck, across to your shoulder,

I watch your eyes, feel your breath … get bolder.


Fingertips slide down, from shoulder to wrist,

my mouth to your palm, I tenderly kiss.


I spin you around, hold you close to me,

whisper in your ear, the beauty I see.


There’s so much of you I want to explore,

did I give you enough to imagine more?




12 January, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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