By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 25 September 2000
a womans secrets
i wanted to tell you a womans secrets
about what she dreams at night
when the moon falls below the horizon
of what a woman sees when your eyelids fall half closed
and the shadows bloom with the life of night
and the seemingly dense clouds around you grow
how a woman moves against soft sheets
grown warm from her body
when a woman arches her back waiting for that touch
of air to cool her skin
for the drop of water to touch her tongue
how a woman dreams of those mysterious hands
coming down from above and drawing her in
with a tongue thats as luscious as those summer days
that are fading away
a womans secrets are worn in her mouth, when she whispers
gently, moaning with the quaking passion that renders us helpless
to our desires
a woman bears her secrets when she walks down the street
everyday and holds her head proud, but her lips speak boldy
of sensuality
her secrets shout out when her eyes lift, and fall
on you
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