Hot Night

The evening twilight covers us,
The scent of Lilacs wisp the air.
A sensuous musky aroma
Draws me to a beautiful woman.

Her taut golden body calls,
Flowing silken hair, like sun rays.
I can not disturb her
As I tiptoe to her side.

The warmth of her hand
As she caresses my cheek.
The flame inside of me
As I wrap my arms around her.

My fingers, softly and with feeling
Lead my hand down to her hips,
As her hands firmly and surely
Pull my face to her lips.

A flash, a spark of flame
From my lips to my toes.
And my blood boils and steams
As the passion fills my soul.

Her waist so firm but yielding
As I pull her close to me.
I kiss her damp neck as
My hands slide up her back.

A caress against her skin
But not to hug too hard,
This luscious body
Wrapped in my arms.

Her musky scent fills me
As my lips touch her neck
Going slowly around and
Touching her trembling lips.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Aloke
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Romantic,sensuous, luscious language to evoke a wonderful visual of a couple in love.

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