Poem Hunter
Poems
The Art
(11/26/1971 / New York)

The Art

bodies align
and entangle
arms legs
gentle pursuing
the touch
the taste
the smell
of you
breathing in
your breath
hot and moist
sharp intakes
spasm with need
feeling you
seeing you
wanting you
a desire to hear
you calling my name
with love on
your soft lips

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