
Play coy will you?
As if you have never seen me;
pretend that we did not
just dance the horizontal tango.
Desperate seconds ago
you traced each goose bump,
touched “g’s” delicious spot;
--satiation’s reverberation--
now,
your lips tease,
resuscitate, devour
the faint sigh lingering
on my tongue.
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