You want to hear me,
turn a phrase?
about my legs,
go on for days?
about my hair,
of raven locks
push back the hands
& stop the clocks?
I'll whisper gently,
in your ear
draw you close,
& hold you near
lay down your head
upon my breast,
to feel the heat
my beating chest,
I'll move my hips
to music playing
our bodies move,
as we are swaying
I'll kiss you here,
I'll kiss you there
taking off,
the clothes you wear..
I'll touch with hands,
caressing skin
I'll do it once,
& then again

Lips that taste,
like sweetest cherry...

No my name,
it isn't Sherry!?

Excuse me?
Uhhhh...

OK..
Time to go home.

Cherie Nolan © 2016