false winds kissing my shoulders
making love to my skin
enveloping me in shudders
pulled to surface from within

making this the breeze I feel
my fantasy made real
brushing past my skin
his hand his lips his tongue
indulging without sin

Funny how I can muster
from a ceiling fan a lover

07/15/2006

Posted on 07/15/2006
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