Delicate Romance
She reclines in the candle lit roomlistening to Norah Jones and sipping
her Amaretto on ice
So very nice
Flickering flames of passion
await their release
giving her a sense of peace
and relaxation
Scarlet satin caresses her skin
the liqueur warms her from within
and she is content
Gentle fingers run through her hair
sending the scent of Anais Anais
in the air
She rises slowly, moving her hips
swaying, eyes closed, soft light
soft music, soft wet lips
His hands form around her waist
sliding, guiding her to him
They dance without taking a step
moving together as the music
plays
carrying them away
into dreams of
delicate romance
Kathy Lockhart
11/06/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 23:30
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