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Thursday, October 25, 2012


I see you secret grotto
Hiding    -      between the Mighty Oaks
and flexible reeds
lost within yourself
like human confidence, a simple sigh
Secret Grotto
the Wind plays your song
then caresses my cheek – invitingly.
Calling me in.
And a flicker of movement betrays your silence
-
my skin, Hot and glistening from sweat, trembles
from fear,
from passion,
from want.
-
soft, sweet, silken secrets wait within
caught in the neck
tirelessly walking within
A leaf tickles my face
And      slowly slides down the rest of my body
Nerve Explosions
As clear eyes gaze through mine.

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