Your skin,
The smell of the earth,
After a spring rain shower.

Your eyes,
Mirror the ones of a child,
With their oceanic curiosity.

Your lips,
Velvet,
To the touch.

Your touch,
Static volts,
Course through your tips.

Your breath,
Giving into mine.

Your body,
Long and hard,
With the softest places,
Left for me.

09/09/2001

Posted on 11/10/2002
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