Your mouth <br />invites kisses. <br /> <br />My mouth <br />visits...visits. <br /> <br />A holiday of <br />kisses! <br /> <br />A celebration of <br />caresses! <br /> <br />The curve of a buttock <br />in the palm of my hand <br /> <br />that quivers <br /> <br />as we smooch <br />around the floor <br /> <br />in a patchwork <br />quilt of dances. <br /> <br />The waiters waiting <br />by the door. <br /> <br />“Senor...senorita! ” <br />“It is time now to go home...no? ” <br /> <br />“You’re scaring my staff! ” <br />the owner laughs. <br /> <br />Finally we agree <br />to depart <br /> <br />waltzing on down <br />the road.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waltzing-on-down-the-road/
