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By terry39 Date: 2001 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.05.19.03.17239]] |
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Waiting For a Breeze -------------------- She flows in on the breeze with whispers of sweet distraction Bold Brazen As ghostly fingers trace the ridge of my spine Vaporous lips kiss my neck, Nibble my ear. And with a quiet moan I find That I am coming undone. Overwrought, Aroused, and oh so sweetly distracted. I close my eyes work forgotten. Waiting for more Waiting for you My one sweetest distraction to touch me Again. |