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A Poem Under Her Pillow...
July 16, 2008
The feathers sigh with the heaviness of my weight. And you... I kiss you where the sun kisses you. Like a jealous husband, I want the warmth you feel to be mine. Illumination pads its bright fingers over your breast. I better the sun. I take it into my mouth and I sip the sunlight from your skin. Let the light dust you like sugar: I shall melt it into caramel with my tongue. And you... ...shall sink your fingers into my hair... to hold me there between your thighs... every morning that you wake with me. Posted by rowan at July 16, 2008 09:04 PM |