Southern Song

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cymry
cymry
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Pin prick heat envelopes the night
as her perfume trails tickling fingers
of vanilla blooms and gin.
Sticky waves shimmer through the air
drawing runnels of salty sweat
down his languid skin.

A sly shift of savvy southern eyes
hint at something undefined
yet utterly tangible still.
They slowly sway to a private waltz
slipping into the rhythmic dance
with consummate skill.

He observes her precise stance
watching her watching him
with shadowy intent.
The sibilant cry of a mockingbird
pays tribute to her essence
in sublime lament.

Two savants testing each other
by sounding silent queries
subtle yet strong.
With a soft aria of sheer desire
hidden within the melody of the
illusive Southern Song.

cymry
cymry
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sweet GA peachessweet GA peachesover 18 years ago
NOW YOU KNEW...

The peach would smell this,

and come running to read.. LOL,

if it is in the south,

or a breeze blowing from the south,

I want a sniff..

well done, a beautiful sweet southern

song, as red toes dip into puddles,

awaiting the next rain ..

to dance !

-sGp-

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
~~

Can feel it well,

the envelopment of

seductive Southern heat ...

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
~8~

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