Walking Conversations. Poem by Peter Vealey

Walking Conversations.



I like lying in your bed,
I am thinking of you.
I like kissing your neck and back.
I like watching you,
Parade around the bedroom
In a thong.
In a whirl of frenzied panic.
In walking conversations,
I smell your tenderness,
And feel your smile,
Within and without
My world.

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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

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