AMID THE WEB OF WHAT WE HAVE (MILD EROTICA)

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JOURNAL #25

I imagine

the heat of your tongue

dancing so daringly

in my mouth

burning such fiery wet

from north to south

the glide of your eyes

such heat

scaling my flesh

exploratory fingers

warm the feel of gentle hips

as kisses are sensuously

strewn from temples to lips

incandescent passion

flairs up at such

explosive intervals

the fanning of pleasure

builds inward

until even simply the act

of breathing

takes on complex nuances

of searing sexualness

oh and how

a graphic whisper of intent

lies flush upon your face

an unhurried brush

of an open purposeful mouth

leaves you trapped in a gasp

of great unparalleled need

as I touch you

in just such an intimate way

I realize

why,

I have inflamed you too

to even your very essence and seed.........

(written March 21, 2001 3am)

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