Poetry by Jeff Green

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On a hot night

by cricketjeff on July 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

On a hot night,
like this,
I close my eyes
and taste your lips,
Sweet moist lips,
and we kiss.

On a hot night,
like this,
I touch you
softly, tenderly
lovingly, you feel
my breath
as it moves slowly
down your body.

On a hot night,
Like this,
I tease and taste,
you sigh and die,
just a little
when my touching
and tasting
find their home.

On a hot night,
like this,
one little death
is never
enough.