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January 14, 2005
Foreplay
You can't
Just walk in,
You have to be invited,
You have to stand,
Under the balcony,
Nicely groomed,
And talk in soft words,
Then,I might
Come down, open
The door slightly,
And ask to see
Your hands,
And if
I like, the
Touch of
Your palms
Against my cheeks,
And the scent of you
Lingers in my head
I might come out,
Stand by the door,
leaning against its frame,
And look in your eyes,
While you talk close,
Letting me wonder,
looking at you,
As I play with the
Buttons of my blouse
I might reach
For your hand,
And let you in
Posted by Idinraha at January 14, 2005 12:20 PM