A little english

by beav   Jul 6, 2007


Points of light
reflect on colors
felt underneath
sure legs and limbs
posture a cool
quiet puissance
wood in hands
slides smooth long
glides between fingers
a strong stroke
and white rolls
to a hard kiss
seasoned elegance
of unstinted dexterity
rousing precision
the snap sounds
tickling the ear
whetting the senses
the touch spreads
spheres gasp and exhale
seeking sweet spots
dark openings wait
wanting to draw
even one drop
a forte refined
controls line and curve
by mind's sight

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