Raymond Magabe


Our Very Own Dance - Poem by Raymond Magabe

She picks her nose in front of me
and I think of our lips touching.

She snatches the snack-pack from my hands
and I laugh till I wet myself a bit.

She licks her fingers clean
and I am tempted into helping.

She runs her mouth dry from talking
and I just want to keep listening.

She groans enough-is-enough
and I can't help but keep going.

She assures me that I am enough
and I commit to keeping her glowing.

She says she can't feel her heels and toes
and I say you have been dancing.


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  • Rookie - 89 Points Prasad Natarajan (4/7/2014 4:38:00 AM)

    Sensuous and delicate Write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014


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