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Susan K. Rowse

Two Step

My, me, mine...
Here
Baby boomer...
Show no fear.
Hair of gold...
Eyes of blue
Thoughts run deep
Me to you
Legs of length...
From here to where?
Skin of china
Porcelain...fair
Lips turn up
At ends to greet
A mouth of fluid
Running deep
Provocative soul
Passions run hot
In and out
Meeting the spot
Itches to scratch
Right here...
Right now...
Locking to eyes
Somewhere, somehow
Visions of lust
Playing on hopes
Caress of the spirit
Gently love ropes
In kind to mind
Hearts linking hearts
Dancing the dance
Chins upon chin
Two of a kind.