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Friday, June 30, 2006

i likes me some fantasy

Waking, wanting, reaching across an ocean
of cloth and comfort
and night's fading silhouettes
of dreams,
scented drops

of lovings,
quenched and left inspired.

The warmth surges
from hands,
through hips,

opening wide and luscious,
the filament connection
'tween the two of us.


Nome Agusta said...

Stop typing and go ice your wrists!

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

don't worry, this was written with a different body part

ginmtb said...

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?

X Bunny said...

i think i use a dictaphone still

niiiice poem

Anonymous said...

Good Luck!