by KeiB

That face…

Oh! That beautiful face…

I am dry of mouth, fevered of skin, wet with desire

Just from this glance, this precipice

I dance over colour, black and white

Frisson takes me at the involuntary touch

Of my own tongue to my sensitive lips

That kiss!

Intoxicated by that kiss!

And I would be remiss to not mention

My heart skipped a beat at the thought

We are even more well matched

In Kodak and pixels

Desaturations deconstructing boundaries





~ kei
12 September 2015

©Karin Bole Tupper, The Eclectic Poet

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