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Isle Of Love


Paul Curtis

The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was

Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze

Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat

The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and

Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda

She turned her head to me as I approached

I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck

The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again

She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down

At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the

Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft

Roundness of her within. I watched as

Her nipples aroused either by the cooling

Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter

I felt no shame at the beholding of her

She looked up at me with beguiling eyes

Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile

I took her hand and returned her smile

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