backyard crowing
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Star Ceilinged Nuit
Lids envelope her eyes
Reddened growing ever heavier
A day of rest and still she sinks
Further into leafy sheets
His stare tortures,
Numbing her with desire
Warm butter skin dissapears between them
A heat so strong it liquifies
In due time
A night their Sun does spy
The temperature rises menacingly,
Seeping into their pores
Shocked senses, thrilled impatience
The unsatisfied wanting of more
Wherever can this warmth be found
When two as lucky make no bounds
To find each other 'mongst the crowd?
They act as ghosts without a sound!
- 2005-09-12
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