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I take her into my arms
she brings her lips to mine
I run my hands down her back
caressing the satin flesh
that tapers to my touch
until my fingers
gently cup the firm and tender
that swells and rises
atop taut lush velvet stems
we collapse in passion
folding into one another
her breath hot on my neck
as I whisper warm into her ear
vive la difference
my love
vive la difference
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rob kistner © 2010
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What would we do without La Difference?
I guess we wouldn’t be here to know the difference.
I’m going to take a cold shower, now!
Very effective, Rob!
Oy. I need a smoke.
Something is rising ..this Sunday.
Regards,
veryyyy attention keepin!
Merciless Mentor
My poem steered in that direction (as in steamy) but I felt so odd about writing it that way, I pulled it around. Interesting.
Love how you stayed true. Wish I had been that courageous!
My, I could feel the heat coming from that one! Sensual stuff indeed.
very sensuous…brought back a few old memories
Okay, I need a cold shower now. Wonderfully vivid.
What a difference… passionate poem Rob!
Loved it!
ooh la la!
(fans face and smiles)
oozing with passion~
whew, fanning now sir!
Oh yes Viva La difference.
I love that I see the same people in her each week and get to know their style. Well done mate.