Flushed cheeks / by Zander Ford

The rain danced

Tiny footprints

Scattered on my warm cheek


It skirted stubble

Bounced blushes

Tingled tickles


The rain mesmerized

My mind

Opened my attention

To texture of her dance floor

To the soft warmth emanating

From deep welled pools of heated desire


She kissed me

With that dance

A kiss,

I will never forget.