the world at their fingertips

finger tips…

heat-seeking missiles

exploiting target-rich terrain

tongues… peanut butter salty sweet smooth

sex smell. sweat, sticky warm

an audience of two

falling backwards,

landing like pick up sticks

arms legs fingers toes interlocked

soft there

safe there

in amber chamber light

he catches her breath

she holds his hand

moaning laughing at the groaning

not afraid to find each others eyes

to look there, stay there

smile as a child and say

i love you

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    • pfiore8 on February 11, 2008 at 04:31
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    here’s to love

  1. Or is it supposed to be “here, here?” Your poem got me too rattled to remember. Great, great job!! Nice to know you and EJ aren’t behaving your selves.    

  2. I think we should dispense with the policy stuff entirely and shift to erotica.

  3. us is going to suggest it to Hillary and Obama?

    I’m not volunteering.

    Where’s nocatz?  

    I nominate nocatz for this task.  

  4. Had to read through all of the comments before getting breathing back to normal!  

    And bullshit that was from memory…  what, like a memory from 5 minutes ago??  Anyhow,

    this was a wonderful Valentine gift to us all – thank you 😉

    It would seem that sometimes there are more important things

    to think about.

    {{{{pf&ej}}}}

    • RiaD on February 11, 2008 at 05:43

    roy’s girlfriend is telling her side of it….

    https://www.docudharma.com/show

  5. Give me a few more weeks and I think I’ll have something up that will level with this one.

    • RiaD on February 11, 2008 at 06:12

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v

    they wouldn’t let me embed 🙁

    • Edger on February 11, 2008 at 15:41

    not afraid to find each others eyes

    to look there, stay there

    smile as a child

    Something for all to try with all, all the time.

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