By B.K.
Date: 2002 Sep 20
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A Clean Dream

Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Stepping out of steam
Into a heavenly dream angel
Smell of clean
From behind come your arms
Pulling me backward
I feel your excitement
Warm breath on my neck
Lips as though a thirsty tiger
Lap my skin
Sending shooting stars
Through my solar plexus
You pull me tighter
Whispering your desire
As you caress my silhouette
I feel myself sliding into your voice
The texture of your fingers
Shooting pulses of joyous pleasure
Into my sensual dreamscape