Monday, February 18, 2013

Highway

Your hands smooth signals

Follow my highway

Hip to thighway.

Slow-sipping at my skin

Each pore perking up

Stretching, screaming: Touch me.

A fond memory of a dream.

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Steam building, uncertain

a foggy memory

dancing between shower curtains

fully clothed in purple lace.

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