Suit Of Kisses
D Dónall Dempsey
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In the dark
kiss after kiss
flutters between
my shoulder blades
like a floatilla
of migrating butterflies
making their way south
over tense backlands
before cresting the curve
of each buttock
deftly disappearing
down my inside leg
as if measuring me
for an invisible suit
made entirely
of kisses.
Each kiss a master
tailor butterfly.
The swish of your hair
sewing the seams
together.
Your mouth
rivetting my nipples.
By the time your tongue
has fitted the zip into place
I am esctatic
delighted with my suit of kisses.
I wear it all next day
refusing to remove it
with a shower.
You
(like a child)
pointing out
that I have
no clothes on
me like an emperor
dressed to my satisfaction
(listening only to my heart)
in my perfect
suit of kisses.
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