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
In
Black
And
White
~ kei
12 September 2015
©Karin Bole Tupper, The Eclectic Poet
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