![]() The DanceA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceA dance in time to the perfect rhythm could erase the mind of all its hum drum undertakings-
below the beautiful pine the fragrance in the air he tightly holds her spine floating as a pair of hummingbirds in full bloom of the apple trees as the breeze carries them finally to their knees-
in precious moments of bliss awaiting the majestic kiss he passes to her in longing embrace-
strong hands caress her delicate face as eyes pass emotion strong, powerful yet sincere, sweet felt down to the toes to feet trembling with anticipation-
now suckled swiftly without a care how could he dare yet she loves the whole unfolding of their ever loving motions praying they not subside but that he remain there in her mind taking her body at will delighting in the spill of their wine upon the lawn prances as delicate as fawns-
as innocent as babes yet mature in age their lovemaking does not cease with the raising of the tangerine moon though they both know he will be leaving soon these minutes upon hours of exotic, errogenous explorations shall remain forever between them burned into memories upon the sweet, aromatic breeze.
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7 Reviews Added on May 9, 2008 Last Updated on May 9, 2008 Author![]() Siddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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