Roadpan
Avid Muse
The Essential Pegasus
Posts: 111
|
Post by Roadpan on Mar 31, 2003 21:27:50 GMT -5
it is sweet calling soft flesh of your neck lips—mine— inches to the left craving absorbing insulting, even now sunshine hints eyes-closed mornings dew-dripping flowers lilies of your valley the soft catering of last night’s spent candles i am your residue who knew desire was speechless moon-searched naked-scent your nails spin atop sprawled heart-carcass and i feel my ascent resurrected in the smell of you —god’s gift to oxygen
Roadpan © 2003
|
|
|
Post by Randacello (MirandaRae) on Mar 31, 2003 22:41:51 GMT -5
*fans self* Is it just me or is getting quite warm in here? This is so sensual, Todd! WOW!
Miranda
|
|
|
Post by Randacello (MirandaRae) on Apr 1, 2003 11:29:56 GMT -5
Todd, I came back to this one again this morning; it has a very intimate draw-you-in quality to it. It's still quite warm in here too. *fans self vigorously again*
Miranda
|
|
Roadpan
Avid Muse
The Essential Pegasus
Posts: 111
|
Post by Roadpan on Apr 1, 2003 12:10:10 GMT -5
lol ... thank you, miranda ... i'm glad you enjoyed it
|
|