Wrapped
My finger around
Your fleshy soft hard spot
One then four
reaching, tickling thumb
Reach then roll
I tease, I lean and look
up in your eyes
Down, I shift
you part my curtain
of long black hair
We are waves
We rise and fall
like the lungs
of the ocean itself
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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