THE STORM

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JOURNAL #32

saturated in sweet sensation

a broad stroke of fire's want

we trade desires with a frenzied fascination

I am ashes, you are smoke so, so hot!

we dance around our words

and ogle all the shimmering out comes

we soon will face

body to body

lust proposes a long over due deeper need

sweet adoration

and to her seed and inspiration

a magnificent culdron of tantalizing tricks

we summon to lay chase

you are The Storm who's eye I long to touch

and until you arrive upon my pre-coital-prairie

I'll scorch from the heat of the arid wait

for the feel of your body's first brush and crush.....

(written May 23, 2007 445pm)




















Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my poetic fantasies.

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