TEASE This is a poem I published a while ago. I hope you enjoy it. Slowly, silently, sensually finger tip brushing, opaline nail teasing. Following the parting the sweet crimson of your lips. Corners turned upwards. Eyes sparkling, inviting unspoken words hanging in the air musk permeating every pore glands straining to release. Teasing, enticing, ecstatic anticipation as breathing stops. Time, suspended. Satisfied passions.