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Teresa's Dance

By sweetbrother2

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The restless music of her heart is heard over miles of hills and rivers and strikes a chord in me With her music she is a tantalizing dancer in red satin; a secret smile is flashed, a hand extended, then she twirls away causing me to tremble with the need for her silken touch She kisses me with words, her sultry voice causing me to dream of more substantial kisses stolen in reckless haste by the light of distant lanterns that glow like fireflies on a misty summer evening Her music is in the restless creatures of a primeval forest and in the shrill cries of nighthawks as they swoop toward their prey; the music is in the heart that thunders within my breast as I reaced for her touch, hoping it will linger But, she offers only a swift caress then turns away causing me to tremble with the desire for stolen kisseswritten september 2, 2001; originally posted here in november... Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 07:49 AM PST   10 • 0

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