Dreamtime

by FTS Miles   Nov 11, 2004


She watches me
In the dreamtime
Her dusty ambers perusing my thoughts,
drifting distractedly through the images
of my desire
(for her)
with part beast, part scholar, all carnal
showing in the smile
she gifts me before her soul’s caress
nipple breath lips brushing lips
slip away
like the night from the rising sun.

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