i likes me some fantasy
Waking, wanting, reaching across an ocean
of cloth and comfort
and night's fading silhouettes
of dreams,
desires,
scented drops
of lovings,
longings
quenched and left inspired.
The warmth surges
from hands,
through hips,
opening wide and luscious,
the filament connection
'tween the two of us.
5 comments:
Stop typing and go ice your wrists!
don't worry, this was written with a different body part
That made me think of that old dictaphone joke:
Q: "Hey, can I use your dictaphone?"
A: "No, you have to use your finger just like everyone else."
Does anyone use those anymore?
uhh
i think i use a dictaphone still
oh,
niiiice poem
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