Under The Table Poem by Cordell Rich

Under The Table



Under the table,
Our bodies move closer.
Feet move ever so slowly.
A dance of seduction!
Should mine touch yours?
As the moment lengthen
So do my legs.
Dark comes closer to shore.
Tides rise with each swell
And then retreat again.

Cordell Rich
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