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By B.K. Date: 2002 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.20.21.23.30473]] |
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Wrapped in Egyptian cotton Stepping out of steam Into a heavenly dream angel Smell of clean Suddenly From behind come your arms Pulling me backward I feel your excitement Warm breath on my neck Lips as though a thirsty tiger Lap my skin Sending shooting stars Through my solar plexus You pull me tighter Whispering your desire As you caress my silhouette I feel myself sliding into your voice The texture of your fingers Shooting pulses of joyous pleasure Into my sensual dreamscape ©bk2000 12-19-00 |