Get Rid Of The Advertisements

samba
 


'shoe day' photography by belinda mccarthy
courtesy of imagekind.com

my fervent stiletto heels
                 the quintessential aphrodisiac
click on the tile floor of your psyche
thoughts of your thigh tickling mine
refuse to leave me
empty pockets of doubt
         fill with new fantasies
                         we are
                 each of us
         drunk with the breath of desire
wet reflections search
         for a hungry rhythm
                          a vaguely familiar one
for this millisecond
         only passion’s momentum
and implications
         of a slow warm kiss matter
                 my naked pulse quickens
                         it is time
our libidos will samba into tomorrow








midi 'oye como va' by santana




By Lydia Shutter

© 2012 Lydia Shutter (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  Lydia Shutter
Send this poem to a friend
Read 17 viewers comment(s)


The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page