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By J. Knipp Date: 2003 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.14.13.13.28806]] |
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Underneath multihued clouds lie ivory hills and a smooth valley. A plain scented of lilies and lotus. Often I yearn to peel away these clouds, cloths of cotton and silk, covering such sensuous terrain. A polished valley that leads to bristling underbrush, behind where a lagoon is hidden away. Where lie two who cavort and play. A veritable mystery in the mundane world. A cave where only one may reside. It beckons with half-heard winds. Delicate hands and fine nails 'sinuate subtle rivulets down my skin. Soft lips and tigress eyes tempting, cajoling me in. Strand after strand, crystal on ebony hair wash over me. Pouty and provocative mouth meets my own. Statuesque arms and shiver-me legs intertwine in mine. And blood-stirring pressure rests upon me. How I wish we did not behave as oil and water. Rather we carry on as horizon and his ocean lover. Where there is no telling where you left off and I begin. |