Poetry by Jeff Green

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Red!

by cricketjeff on May 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Your cheeks go red and then you smile that smile
A glimpse of pink you flash your tongue at me
I know that look and know that in a while
That I will smile a smile that speaks of glee

I push my chair into an open space
And pull you by the hand across my lap
I cannot see the look that’s on your face
But I can hear the sigh that greets the slap

Your skirt is up, your thong is on the floor
My hand is making music on each cheek
I start to slow then hear you yell for more
But I am pretty sure I cannot speak

And later on at night when we’re in bed
You say that love is best when cheeks are red!

Author notes

I hope that meets the bill!