FeatherA Poem by David ScottIf a feather could speak and if a man could be a feather...You blow me a kiss, I am moved. You laugh as I tickle your fancy. Lips quiver as my feather glazes a kiss. Squirming... the hourglass wriggles. Delighting in gentle strokes played teasingly along your thighs. You melt... clenching at the unspoken promise, anticipation, smothered in weightless hovering. Then we soar… Infinity opens to affirmation, yes... yes... You are the lifting wing, flexing the quill of inspiration. I am... your feather, flying with you to the heavens gliding back again in bliss. © 2015 David ScottReviews
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Added on March 5, 2014Last Updated on November 29, 2015 AuthorDavid ScottBrevard, NCAboutMuch like you... Still, I can only ever be to you what you are willing to see of me. This is true of us all. May we learn to see the best in each other. I am happy to be friends with anyon.. more..Writing
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