Interrupted.

This poem came second in the December Writer’s Beat Competition. BlackWolf beat me by 0.2!

Lips traverse the curve;
neck becomes shoulder
far too easily.

Breath ignites a path;
shoulder to valley
becomes lust inflamed.

Warmth colours skin pink;
ripples flaw the surface
raising tiny flesh mountains.

Giggles break the mood;
passion is replaced by
baby soft snuggles.

“Interrupted.”
19 - 12 - 2007

Posted on January 5, 2008 at 6:12 pm by Lisa. Categories: Poetry.

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