Tangoing Goats and somersaulting hearts

It appears way back,

in the mists of time

you made goats dance!

I can almost see them

hoof to hoof , doing

the tango – heads thrown

back in romantic abandon.

Is that your secret -your charm?

you energise goats, mesmerise people,

your antics boost the weary,

wire the unwary yet add clarity to life.

You are my solace, friend, lover,

I warm my hands on your hot body,

my heart races as my lips trace

the contours under your skin.

Your fragrance distinct pungent

with smokey undertones draws me,

my lips are drawn in an erotic

dance my tongue laps at your essence.

My lips are covered in creamy bubbles

as I lift my head reluctantly away,

Inhaling your pheromones as I

smile at you with adoration.

My heart skips and somersaults

thuds and thumps, it seems you

can make hearts dance like goats.

I want to love you

Stay true to you

but I know

this is our last touch as lovers.

Next time we meet it will

be as acquaintances,

I will smell your distinctive

pheromones, remember your

taste, your heat, I will nod

but regretfully I will

not kiss you.

You are a poisonous

drug you scar my heart.

Samantha Beardon

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