My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

February 18, 2011 “evening swim”




“evening swim”


hot cinnamon kisses

like candy


honey dripping

from lips


my hands on her hips

swaying to the rhythm of

‘Brown Eyed Girl”

back and forth

close dancing

by a blue pool

her eyes

fixed on mine

blue green

as we dance


hot summer breezes


the fragrance of lilies

and she tastes like cinnamon

as we step into the pool

for an evening swim


©tlh 2/18/11

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7 responses

  1. Ah…these lines would warm a cold winter’s night.

    February 18, 2011 at 10:05 am

  2. Sam373

    Every sense at work recording every experience. Great descriptive writing.

    February 18, 2011 at 1:59 pm

  3. lifeinarecipe

    Nice piece…you rev up the senses starting with the cinnamon!

    February 18, 2011 at 10:34 pm

  4. What a romantic you are…you could melt those Tennesse hills like butter to sea level with your words….very nice…blessings…bkm

    February 20, 2011 at 5:01 pm

  5. elegant imagery…
    the title is sizzling…

    February 23, 2011 at 7:24 pm

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    February 23, 2011 at 9:35 pm

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