By deevaa (deevaa@paradise.net.nz)
Date: 19 July 2000
idle day dreams
I lean back,
languidly awaiting your
mouth
dropping your head to
its task
your long dark
hair
falls across
my throat
my lips
the swell of
creamy white
breast
and
a gasp catches on
my lips
as your lips capture
my rose coloured
peak,
its not your mouth
causing these shivers
of delight-
but the erotic
path that your hair
is tracing, can't help
but
lead
you lower
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