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Warning: The following selections deal with mature subject matter.
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Sunset
You have laid in the sun too long
its scent absorbed into your skin
and tiny diamonds of sand
still cling to your thighs
and I want
to make love to you
not here
not now
but later
down by the water
where the shadows
mix with silence
as the day burns down
Language
Her nipples
the color of ripe
summer berries
and I
have learnt
her language
she taught
me
the words
and how
to read
her thighs
I am
her student
eager
in love with her
her buttocks smooth
dark colored orbs
in my palms
as I lay across
the bed
begin
to devour her
so
so
softly
Language II
Time, now
the enemy
as I watch
you dress
masking
your sweetness
beneath layers
of cotton and lace
denying
my eyes access
to your soft
warm places
Time
grains of sand
held hostage
by the hourglass
until tonight
when my body
again becomes
your cloak
Language III
I became lost in the words
he whispered
felt secure in his arms
as he lay me down
his soft lips stopping
my token words
as he
caressed me...
explored me...
touched me....
and we spoke with
our bodies....
our flesh ....
our cries ....
I awoke
to a crumpled bed
my lovers sweat
dry upon my skin
his lies
pinned to my heart
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