Power bound, flashing
In the air, I feel
Breezes brush against me
I twist and arch
Into it, into you
Your hands, calloused tips
Against my breasts
I ache and swell
I want everything
The texture and salt
Of your skin, the feel
Of you inside me
Slow and deep
Hot, slick and full
The tension of your pleasure
Raining release, rain slanting
Through my window
A cool hiss
A rustling of loose-limbed
Trees, beaded pearlescence
Hidden within the leaves.

02/01/2003

Posted on 02/01/2003
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