Never spice up my silent words
–heal my thirst with colour raindrops.
Not ever ask for crystalline statements
–casually provoke through enigmatic eyes.
Don’t ever mention pearled utopia
–only add private dreams to a stolen kiss.
Do ever draw a clandestine smile
–before you slowly drug my velvet lips.
Now erase my spare composure
–smoothly lead this spellbound dance.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-VIII-MMXV
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When space is silence... 
August 28, 2015 at 5:22 pm
hmmm… love the intimacy… so much in a kiss and a dance and what it can lead to..
August 28, 2015 at 5:47 pm
Randy, smart, romantic & bang on with modifiers, this piece shimmers with sensuality. The third stanza works best for me. Foreplay becomes a lost art, unfortunately, after decades of marriage, but when it is included, magic time occurs.
August 28, 2015 at 6:01 pm
A dash of spice can never hurt!
Thank you for your kind words, Glenn.
August 28, 2015 at 6:01 pm
I like the play between opposites: don’t do this, but do this instead. Nicely sensual.
August 28, 2015 at 6:34 pm
There is human
magic in taboo..
‘history’ shows
it over and
over..
and
smart..
truly smart
folks learn
from history
and quiet
lessons
now..:)
August 28, 2015 at 6:58 pm
I love the combo of “spare composure,” especially.
August 28, 2015 at 7:19 pm
I like the invitation to the spellbound dance ~
August 28, 2015 at 8:17 pm
The crystalline statement if like a declaration of love the invitation to a dance… wonderful
August 28, 2015 at 9:30 pm
Lovely piece.