Barefoot, in white



I dream of summer afternoons,

Under hanging branches

On a blanket somewhere

Electrified with nervous excitement

My hands crossing into

Intimate territories

Animal host

Given entry

A cunning tongue

As you glance

Kisses flowing like breath

Here I am rough

With passion

But skilful in the interplay

Between want and need

The substance

Of you bears attention and affirmation

Delivered in thrusts of loving affections

A quaking, restless passion

As we cling to one another,

Shuddering beneath warm skin

These thoughts keep me warm

Supple and primal

As the world goes on

Around us

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