I approached silently
from behind her chair.
My fingers gently covered her eyes.
“Guess who!”
I whispered.
“I can’t imagine!”
she coyly answered.
“Your tender fingers
are warm,
soft, unthreatening —
I’d like to get to know them better.”
“They’re all yours,”
I replied,
“here to do your bidding;
to explore your wildest fantasies.
Are you ready?”
I massaged her shoulders
tight with tension.
“Does that feel better?”
I asked.
“Yes,” she sighed
“please continue.”
I worked my way up her neck —
she moaned.
Gently down to her breasts
again she moaned.
“More, don’t stop…”
In her ear I murmured,
“Close your eyes,
I’m taking you
on an amazing
adventure.”
…
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Dennis Cardiff 
The poetry you have shared in here changes or has changed from when I first started following you. I like an author who can visualize so many different aspects of the world.
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Thanks, Kris, over time I have become less inhibited. I’m more likely to show works in progress, or random thoughts that have come to mind.
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It is fun to follow you and your progress.
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