I blush easy

you leave me blushing

(thinking of hands and tongues and mouths, the soft gentle roughness of hands
grabbing at waist and breast, the rise and fall of hips
like tides, like crescendos, harmonies,
stirring voices and murmurs and gasps and clenched hands, 
the bite of a lip and I could breathe into you,
I’m sure, breathe in and out only you
and it would be like drowning in oxygen
[sweet and sweeter])

when you speak to me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. You write good poetry. I like the use of words and the desire and emotion in the words. Very good use of short statements giving life and vision to the poem.
Coyote