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