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and now for 2019
Leave the dishes
I heard your gentle move
while the frost covered the window
both hands laid in the warm water
and my belly full with fresh food
Your body clenched to my back
as my blouse slipped on my shoulders
while our movements lingered so slow
we were suspended in the time we lack
The tip of my naked breast
invited your touch on my curves
the dishes were quickly dismissed
over this longing on our lips which met
We made love on that day
standing in the middle of my kitchen
when only sound in the harsh wind
filled that morning flow of January
As passion consumed our bodies
the water in the sink went chilly
then suspended in timeless sensuality
we finished our favourite dishes
Copyright ©2008 Johanne Farmer
January 19th, 2008
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