Eyes like chocolate drops in cream,
warm coffee,
a sigh like shower steam.
Hair of satin sheet,
bound ’round ankles.
The cool side of the pillow in the moist heat.
I’m eggs over easy on soft lips,
thick, syrup sweet,
and breathy kisses over breakneck curves,
suicide hips,
and a waitress that earns her tips.
Keep it coming, on repeat.
Every track whispers, “Hey, remember me?”
like knowing hands
over eager little feet.
“knowing hands over eager little feet” by Eric Dean, 2011
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