Such ThingsA Poem by C. M. MillerWhen lips move . . .
She says such things to me . . .
My disbelieving ears wrestle with her words . . . She whispers my gentle man, my handsome man, your caring touch, your lovely hips . . . My hesitant eyes watch her lips move . . . my questioning lips moving softly to hers, to touch her words, to feel their vibration, to devour their meaning . . . Bound I am now by her words, she says such things. © 2009 C. M. MillerFeatured Review
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