Ashlea Smith, "My Taste of Silence"
The band bangs,
the beat blasts,
and my eyes slide
down the hills of your body.
As my teeth grind
and my legs wind,
our hands rise
and glances entwine.
I can feel your heat wander,
as it slithers through my muscles, like snakes along my veins.
Like the heat of this game's
just coming to peak.
The sweat beads,
and smiles grow,
my fingers knead
but not too low,
pressed against your chest,
and long your sides,
All this just comes to show
that the look in your eyes
is something I've come to know.
There's something there
I've seen before.
Dance with me,
move.
breathe.
and sweat with me.
yessss.
stay with me
wait, No.
Laugh with me,
Shhhh...
inhale-
..wait...stare with me,
and exhale
now kiss me.
..wow.
Amazing how time stops.
How alive senses become
that I could almost smell
your touch,
taste the
silence,
and grasp this moment forever.
Ashlea Noel Smith, from Reston, VA, has been writing poetry on the side for nearly two years. Right now she a sophomore pursueing a B.A. in Chemistry and Minor in International Studies at George Mason University.
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