Friday, August 29, 2008

Under The table

Dear Ms.

Under the table
Our bodies move closer.
Feet move ever so slowly.
A dance of seduction.
Should mine touch yours?
As the moment lengthen
So do my legs.
Dark comes closer to shore.
Tides rise with each swell
And then retreat again.

Cordell Rich
From My Journal June of 2007

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