Thursday, December 7, 2023

 Contours


When I lay long-side to my love 
the slow glide of my hand traveled terrain 
applying lotion to warm curving flesh 
unencumbered by black bikini ties
When I lay long-side to my love

When head on my hand I looked in her eyes
elbow propped in sand my hand inner thigh
she soon was above me her head framed by the sky
as the slow slide of my hands traveled terrain
When I lay long-side to my love



Richard M Russell  Dick Russell
                             2023

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