Waltzing On Down The Road Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Waltzing On Down The Road
Your mouth
invites kisses.
My mouth
visits...visits.
A holiday of
kisses!
A celebration of
caresses!
The curve of a buttock
in the palm of my hand
that quivers
as we smooch
around the floor
in a patchwork
quilt of dances.
The waiters waiting
by the door.
“Senor...senorita! ”
“It is time now to go home...no? ”
“You’re scaring my staff! ”
the owner laughs.
Finally we agree
to depart
waltzing on down
the road.
Donall, I always feel like I'm a voyeur when reading your offerings! It all sounds delightful by the way.... HG: -) xx
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4/25/2024 4:08:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This made me think of my poem, THE BEDROOM IS ONLY ONE STEP AWAY! How sensual it is...to dance this way...touch, caress, feel.