my words

Words are wind and rain, whispers and tears

Aug 2

in the delta of desire

i saw you across a room
sitting demurely, legs crossed
i crossed to you, leaned close
to you
i whispered to you
i so do want
you
my finger tip
upon your cheek
my kiss upon
the hollow of your shoulder
i traced the triangle
with my lips
thinking of another
i would taste


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