By Hank lovesdoormat@aol.com
Date: 19 May 2000
Dial 1-900-COWBOY
a single touch
and i was lost
hot breathe through the cotton of my chest
the rasp of fingernails against denim
chilling
thrilling
You are my ghost
come in the night
to touch
me
slowly
more than a dream
ethereal
real
i know by the insistence of my response
rapid
too real
the moon is full
at her apex
and you are my goddess
of the night
borne of heated wishes
anew
A lingering kiss
and who knew?
that words had
such power
5/19/00
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