Poetry by Jeff Green

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A Meeting

by cricketjeff on August 16, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The hairs upon my neck all start to rise,
My pulses race, yet I begin to smile.
I felt the presence of amazing eyes
And know that we’ll be greeting in a while.

I catch a scent that means so much to me
And hear a voice that almost stops the clock.
Your hold me in your arms to set me free,
A single kiss to open up the lock.

Alone at last with skin beneath my lips,
Your hands and mine are busily employed.
Releasing all the buttons, hooks and zips
Until two naked bodies are enjoyed.

Each part of you responds to fond caress,
You trigger my release by screaming YES!!!

Author notes

I live at number three