Romance Bore Seduction

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Romance Bore Seduction

Hand blessed hand, caressed.

A blushing rose, her face; 

Her breast alive; 

The elfin nose, a diamond set -

A kiss upon perfection

Bore a rise of pulse

To coach a sultry moan

Across a mellow breath of wine.

He knew; he sensed, 

And easing loose a clasp of lace, 

Another sign of her relenting: 

Wild the play of eyes, 

A fuller glide of skin; 

He felt the now begin -

Her swell, intention in the sigh.

And so to hedge his move upon the cue -

The cry of deep anticipation, 

Waxing all he saw -

Tho' not for us to view -

Arrived, emotion raw.

Mark R Slaughter

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