there are fireworks
in your fingertips,
and your fingertips
are far too far
from the crest of my hips,
i need
your heat,
and that magic that we make
when you abracadabra
my emotions,
fulfilled by the motions
i ride wave after wave
and feel the sparkle
settle
in my pelvis,
till the universal
explosion.

03/26/2010

Posted on 03/27/2010
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