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