Rhyme and Reflection

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The Game

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 | 1 minute read

Opening the door, he caught her trying to decide
Her aroma baked in sweat lingering beside
He entwined her fingers with his fist
as she playfully tickled his palm with a twist

Her banter spewed in the air,
Nevertheless he ignored to contemplate and dare
He studied her face with a greedy pace
Sucking her beauty from the visual space

The sudden rain poured like desire
He tugged her close tempting fate dire
She pulled back enraged red
He moved in to engulf her lips instead

Outraged, defeated she twirled & twisted
He touched & laughed teasing her immense
Her anger parted to show her scheming smile
as she leaned closer to let him gulp her sexual smell

The game was back on, negating his win
She was the girlfriend, he had to pin
Patting his unkempt face, while playing with her blonde hair
She began the tease that he hoped to win with no fare


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