Every Inch Every Curve Poem by Dean Meredith

Every Inch Every Curve



Restraint
It's a slip-knot
Praying for a snag

Welsh bees on the coast
Honey, salt & sand
But a clear fine breeze

Three songs in
And her dance-card is full
What might she want of me?

Lovely seductive
Free-wheeling thing
She moves me way on by

Not sensing it yet
Corner of her eyes
Ah she's found me

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