Yesterday We Made Love
jasmine between my thighs
brush of a feather caressing my
lips-a-plenty
wet
succulent salty
the warmth of your tongue licking honey
from the crest of my supple hips
holding
stretching
sweating pulsing
skin on skin
moanings
tingles running between my toes
dripping from the tips of my earlobes
like the boom boom rhythm
of the drum
The Afterglow of Morning He Will Not Share
catching me unprotected
so I will tell him I am night.
chaos skips ahead
strength smells like winter rains
like how a strand of his hair
smells of a weeping willow
clipped birds’ wings…
smells like lost dreams
like the silent orange/red of
his sun-stroked lashes
tastes like water on thirsty skin
like a meal for two
eaten alone
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