you paint a picture with your hands
followed by lips that leave a trail
all the while your motive veiled
flickers on the ceiling tiles
a fan that cools us all the while
knowingly you hit the spot
always finding what you saught
in these moments that I know
loving you by the candle's glow
dreams return and cover me
blanketed with love's fantasies
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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