Musings on a Sunday Evening in St. Mark's Square
I
Your hand feels so good on my neck,
So suggestive,
Especially when we're seated together,
Floating in love's gondola.
II
I savor your gelati wishes,
Your mint-chocolate-chip kisses,
Your delicious insistence
That our lips never lose their grip
On love's childlike licks with the tongue tip.
III
You're tongue-wonderful —
Tonguerful!
IV
You and our gondola
Have so much in common.
You both know the art of graceful swaying.
V
I love uncovering, discovering you.
VI
Every time I touch you,
You are new/knew to me.
VII
Let us cherish these Venetian evenings,
Their evanescent blessings.
Such happiness has never known us.
08/15/10 - (3)
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